Lyrics of "like your third year" by Yixun

One person decorates the room

A person brushes his teeth and washes his face

To see the world alone

Every day of a person

I like you to go shopping with me

I like your crowded bedside

I like you to stand on tiptoe

I like your third year

Boys become what you want

Taking time is not complete

The girl asked me if there was any possibility

Her future is lost to eternity

I'm not used to the night anymore

I throw away my ridiculous dignity

Maybe you'll show up occasionally

I'm sorry

I run on a hot rainy day

The right hand is used to the left

And a happy year

Now forget

One's first year

One person decorates the room

A person brushes his teeth and washes his face

To see the world alone

Every day of a person

I like you to go shopping with me

I like your crowded bedside

I like you to stand on tiptoe

I like your third year

Boys become what you want

Taking time is not complete

The girl asked me if there was any possibility

Her future is lost to eternity

I'm not used to the night anymore

I throw away my ridiculous dignity

Maybe you'll show up occasionally

I'm sorry

I run on a hot rainy day

The right hand is used to the left

And a happy year

Now forget

One's first year

I'm not used to the night anymore

I throw away my ridiculous dignity

Maybe you'll show up occasionally

I'm sorry

I run on a hot rainy day

The right hand is used to the left

And a happy year

Now forget

One's first year

Maybe that sorry should be goodbye