Lyrics of master of the future by Luo Dayou

You walk through the tall buildings

Through the crowd

Looking at a modern city

There was a flash of mercury

Suddenly think of the distant past

A dream never realized

There was a time when people told you

You are the master of the future

At the crossroads with a lot of people

Everyone's waiting

Everyone's eyes are on that

Traffic lights symbolizing fate

In the world of red, orange, yellow and green

You are the future master

In every strange face

Looking for the glory of childhood

Every baby who comes to the world today

He opened his eyes wide and groped for one

genuine caring

Every life that comes to the world is looking forward to it

Because we change the world

It will be their future

Don't think our children are too young

They don't know anything

I heard a silent protest before them

In a quiet sleep

We don't want a science game

Polluted sky

We don't want to be invented by you

Computer children

Every baby who comes to the world today

He opened his eyes wide and groped for one

genuine caring

Every life that comes to the world is looking forward to it

Because we change the world

It will be their future

One day the children will tell me

They want you to behave

Proverbs are like toy kites

Floating in the wind

When the future world is full of

Some strange melodies

You may think of it

Now this old song

Floating around

Just floating around

Floating around

Just floating around

Floating around

Just floating around

Floating around

Just floating around

Floating around

Just floating around

Floating around

Just floating around

Floating around

Just floating around

Floating around

Just floating around

Floating around

Just floating around

Floating around

Just floating around

Floating around

Just floating around

Floating around

Just floating around

Floating around

We don't want a science game

Just floating around

Polluted sky

We don't want to be a victim of real life

Beyond time and space

We don't want a more and more distant blur

My horizon

We don't want a closer silence

The spring of spring

We don't want to be invented by you

Computer children

Let us not be forgotten by you

Key children

Floating around