Lyrics of Nie Yu's sutures

I planted a flower on your head

Chant scriptures, water and pray for a bridge

But didn't get to my home

You can't resist. You're going through the heat

Only when you leave

A wound stuck to my chest

You cut me up and throw me around

Flying like dandelion in hurricane

Next to Baxian hotel at 6:30 p.m

Here's your dress

Shrink into black spots and spread out with the rainy night

I'll leave my story for later

Life and death depend on heaven

Needle and thread bag, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Sewing machine tap

Pedestrian street, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Electric guitar tap tap tap tap

You ripped my bag

Pure oxygen occupies your haze below the brow bone

I share the pain of abdominal pain, you have been deaf for many years

How much hatred and resentment was there in the match

God's signal came down from the sky

With my bloody tension

Like the overseas Chinese road in Nanjing in 1996

Gently insert the glass into the eye socket

Fill the pancreas with angular tofu

It's just the last meal before the end

Let's all take care of ourselves

Violin, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Chongqing summer tap tap tap

Shapingba Wula, Wula, Wula

Martyr's tomb

Needle and thread bag, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Sewing machine tap

Who pushes who walks who is reluctant to stay outside the wall (electric guitar tap)

No hands, no fun, trapped in the besieged city

The king of bereavement, rage and temper

What a beautiful name Huiyin building is, the empty top floor side room

Rowing and riding you don't go back to the well-known prefix

In the rest of the chapters, I'm sure I misunderstood, put on my hat and cry (eat hot pot, wura, wura, wura)

If I can't cure it, I'll lose too much blood and I won't die like this

Heart is higher than shoes, face is thinner than paper, it's brand new hand sews me up