Lyrics of Chen Ying's impulsive punishment

I was drunk that night, holding your hand

Rambling talk

I only care about the depressed thoughts in my heart

Frantic expression

My enchanted eyes

I can't see your face clearly

Forget how you would react

I hold your hand

In the palm of my hand

I feel it wrong

You're not angry, either

So I thought you'd understand

My good intentions

Until the moment you turn away

Gradually sober

Just know to impose my world on you

It takes courage

How do you deal with feelings in your heart

You haven't mentioned it to me until now

I'm talking to myself about simple ideas

In your opinion, this is a joke at all

So I'm sad

Even though your fragrance is still in your hands

If you don't know how many I drank that day

You won't understand how beautiful you are

I don't believe I saw you for the first time

Love you love so simply

But I believe in the feeling in my heart

It's coming so fast, it's coming so directly

Even if my heart is too wild to put out the fire

I still believe it's God who asked you to meet me

If you don't smell your perfume left in your hands

I will never toss and turn to sleep

Just think of your beauty and smell your fragrance

Struggling and wandering in the passion of ice and fire

If it's not God's fate to make fun of me

I don't feel so sad when I think of you

Just forget you. I should forget you

It's the best punishment for impulse

Until the moment you turn away

Gradually sober

Just know to impose my world on you

It takes courage

How do you deal with feelings in your heart

You haven't mentioned it to me until now

I'm talking to myself about simple ideas

This is a joke in your opinion

So I'm sad

Even though your fragrance is still in your hands

If you don't know how many I drank that day

You won't understand how beautiful you are

I don't believe I saw you for the first time

Love you love so simply

But I believe in the feeling in my heart

It's coming so fast, it's coming so directly

Even if my heart is too wild to put out the fire

I still believe it's God who asked you to meet me

If you don't smell your perfume left in your hands

I will never toss and turn to sleep

Just think of your beauty and smell your fragrance

Struggling and wandering in the passion of ice and fire

If it's not God's fate to make fun of me

I don't feel so sad when I think of you

Just forget you. I should forget you

It's the best punishment for impulse

It's the best punishment for impulse