Lyrics of Nie Yu's "black shop"

The things he sells are fair to both the old and the young

Chicken soup and conscience are on the table

He took out a bucket of emotion to sing

Take a bank account to your heart

Oh, his kindness, his words and deeds

Oh, I love him so much that I love him so much

Why can't you tell baby without shame

He is a businessman, the first is management

You are a VIP. Please come and have a crying show for you

You are God, stupid and anxious. Who is the most considerate person to dump the garbage to

There are so many fat geese slaughtering a drink to eat brain damage delicious, they are always hungry

How easy is it to be thirsty, spit or shed tears to fill their void

How moved the hurt, money falling all over the sky, live a rich life tomorrow

He's got a brain in his mouth, waiting for him to make a pretence to cook

He can tell the soy sauce story of his first love

He will accompany you to imagine the reality of nature

Where there is a dog, there is love

Turn off the light in the room where you want to get married

Since you are so naked and honest

If you don't mind, just a few tons of tears and gold

His mind, oh, your innocence

Unscrupulous merchants, witches, brooms and stars

You are a VIP. Please come and have a crying show for you

You're God, stupid and anxious. Who's the sweetest person to throw garbage to

There are so many fat geese slaughtering a drink to eat brain damage delicious, they are always hungry

How easy is it to be thirsty, spit or shed tears to fill their void

How moved the hurt, money falling all over the sky, live a rich life tomorrow

He's got a brain in his mouth, waiting for him to make a pretence to cook

He can tell the soy sauce story of his first love

He will accompany you to imagine the reality of nature

Where there is a dog, there is love

Turn off the light in the room where you want to get married

Since you are so naked and honest

If you don't mind, just a few tons of tears and gold

His mind, oh, your innocence

Unscrupulous merchants, witches, brooms and stars

There are so many fat geese slaughtering a drink to eat brain damage delicious, they are always hungry

How easy is it to be thirsty, spit or shed tears to fill their void

How moved the hurt, money falling all over the sky, live a rich life tomorrow

He's got a brain in his mouth, waiting for him to make a pretence to cook