The lyrics of Yang Zongwei's actually none

From nowhere

To a place where there is nothing

It's like nothing happened to us

Walking on the road

People who forget are only bubbles.

It's easy to break with a touch of both hands

Yellowing has its own reason

Missing will be thinner and thinner

Your face in the breeze

Has been blown to the sky

I'm in the city with rapid steps

Still living alone

I have also looked forward to no results later

Only one song really talks about me

It's a very dry and hoarse throat

Singing a touch of sadness

I had a dream, and later I was more lonely

We don't have anything left

Forgive me for using my throat with special vicissitudes

Pretend I'm nostalgic

Pretend I'm in pain

From nowhere

To a place where there is nothing

It's like nothing happened to us

Walking on the road

People who forget are only bubbles.

It's easy to break with a touch of both hands

Yellowing has its own reason

Missing will be thinner and thinner

Your old face in the breeze

Has been blown to the sky

I'm in the city with rapid steps

Still living alone

I have also looked forward to no results later

Only one song really talks about me

It's a very dry and hoarse throat

Singing a touch of sadness

I had a dream, and later I was more lonely

We don't have anything left

Forgive me for using my throat with special vicissitudes

Pretend I'm nostalgic

Pretend I'm in pain

I have also looked forward to no results later

Only one song really talks about me

It's a very dry and hoarse throat

Singing a touch of sadness

I had a dream, and later I was more lonely

We don't have anything left

Forgive me with my throat

Pretend I'm nostalgic

Pretend I'm in pain

Actually, I'm really nostalgic

And it hurts