Lyrics of "unhappy hour" by Mai Junlong

Drink a glass of light, pour a cup of bitter wine and fill it with wine

It's too hard to work all day

I just want to finish work and find a bar to have a few drinks

Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, I have enough labor

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

The loyal side, the treacherous side finally clinks the cup exchange

Think of today's stealing, abducting and robbing all play

The road to becoming a devil is poor

I don't know how to use my claws

If you dare to invent bad things, you will find them

Flying car smuggling and killing

It's no fun to repeat a few moves

It's not too boring to be a devil all your life

It's going to be hard every year. I'm going to be hard every year

I'm a good man

The loyal and the traitor can't cross the line

If today's disaster relief and benefaction are all played out

The road to immortality is poor

I don't know how to use it if I'm worried about hearing the court's kindness

Do want to Bo People's smile, but my heart was no longer moved

A cup of light, a cup of bitter wine, a full cup

It's too hard to work all day

No need to add ice, no need to add water, even if you don't get drunk

Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, I have enough labor

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

One side of the light and the other side of the black are no more than this planet

After off duty

Meet again in a red wine glass

Put aside the aperture, put away the fork and talk about the feeling

Don't worry about ghosts and Demons and people

There must be some gratitude and some hatred

Don't worry about the struggle between black and white

Stick to the rules and don't cheat too much

The gods and the demons swap positions with each other

Only good fortune, only mischief, each other too monotonous too lonely

There's no point in holding a toast to the night

When tomorrow morning comes, the opposition will remain unchanged

The light side and the black side always turn grey