The lyrics of death

The season is freezing, I dare not blow cold wind

The more you sleep, the more tired you are. Who dares to relax

You can't cheer up when you're in bed

In the latent heartache

Sick to the point of dying

The pain of cold and cough combined with lovelorn makes me frustrated

I'm thirsty after taking patent medicine, and I miss you even more subconsciously

No one is seriously ill, who will think of learning medical theory

Try to test the medicine until it disappears in the morning

How to treat a dead heart

Have been sleeping to the feet to lose strength, confused to lose you will be easier to forget

My tears are bitter

Each has its own pain and cross infection

The more I sleep, the more tired I feel

How serious the disease is, people know it when they are anesthetized

The sequela is like angina

Sick to the point of dying

The pain of cold and cough combined with lovelorn makes me frustrated

I'm thirsty after taking patent medicine, and I miss you even more subconsciously

No one is seriously ill, who will think of learning medical theory

Try to test the medicine until it disappears in the morning

How to treat a dead heart

Have been sleeping to the feet to lose strength, confused to lose you will be easier to forget

In fact, I don't even care about the incurable delay

It's useless to cure the terminally ill

Sick to the point of dying

The pain of cold and cough combined with lovelorn makes me frustrated

The medicine is thirsty, weak and hysterical

No one is seriously ill, who will think of learning medical theory

It's hard to hold you when you try to die

It's still not enough for you to leave

Have been sleeping to the feet to lose strength, confused to lose you will be easier to forget

The bitterness of my tears