Lyrics of Zheng Zhihua's buxijie

The setting sun at dusk reflects the bright kanban

The yellow face reflected pale eyes

You're sweating and passing your schoolbag

I can't wait to escape from the crowded cram school street

Deep myopia staring at the future

A cigarette to kill the present boredom

You are not allowed in other people's eyes

As if I don't care about being stubborn in your way

In this crowded cram street

In a world ruled by diplomas

You are like an abandoned child

One grows up in absurdity

In this crowded cram street

The world outside buxijie

What is taught in textbooks and what is learned in reality

It became a kind of contradictory opposition

Contradictory opposition

Reading is a matter of face for parents

Results can prove the teacher's ability to guess questions

You're under pressure and expectations

As if you never had the right to protest

Who can squeeze into that narrow door

Who is waiting outside the door

Who is manipulating this competitive game

Is academic qualification the ultimate goal of education

In this crowded cram street

In a world ruled by diplomas

You are like an abandoned child

One grows up in absurdity

In this crowded cram street

The world outside buxijie

What is taught in textbooks and what is learned in reality

It became a kind of contradictory opposition

Contradictory opposition