Lyrics of Xie Hexian's weed spirit

The dream is praying, but the reality is around

But there's nothing we can't do

How many weeds are left in full bloom

See how many flowers of hypocrisy wither

I really need sunlight

Bleary release absorb the warmth of the morning dew

I really want a hug from the bright moonlight

A heart beating grassroots power, you know

The taste of Syria has Van Gogh's thinking

The Forbidden City is not called off

Look for more advice in the story

The pride that comes out of mud but not dyed

The taste of Syria has Van Gogh's thinking

The call of the Forbidden City cannot be stopped

Look for more advice in the story

The secret of not dying out of mud

The dream is praying, but the reality is around

But there's nothing we can't do

How many weeds are left in full bloom

See how many flowers of hypocrisy wither

I really need sunlight

Bleary release absorb the warmth of the morning dew

I really want a hug from the bright moonlight

A heart beating grassroots power, you know

The taste of Syria has Van Gogh's thinking

The call of the Forbidden City cannot be stopped

Look for more advice in the story

The pride that comes out of mud but not dyed

The taste of Syria has Van Gogh's thinking

The call of the Forbidden City cannot be stopped

Look for more advice in the story

The secret of not dying out of mud