Lyrics of Huang Qishan's winter city

I want to see the city quietly

Like an old friend without saying much

If you can't escape, it will become a kind of life

No color, just light lines

No matter what, I turned around and cried

It's not the fault of memory

The tears on my face are still warm

Only oneself knows not to say with others

Before the night comes

The sky has the deepest blue

Swallow the desire in the eyes of the lost

No more wandering and hiding

No one pursues whose sorrow

Who remembers except you tomorrow

The more you want to forget, the more lingering

Like the neon without temperature in festivals

I met myself again in my dream

I can't see my face clearly

The more people miss, the more like a dream

Cold is a constant temperature in the street

Before the night comes

The sky has the deepest blue

Swallow the desire in the eyes of the lost

No more wandering and hiding

No one pursues whose sorrow

Who remembers except you tomorrow

If you can't escape, it becomes a kind of life

Just draw the light color

Like the neon without temperature in festivals

Cold is a constant temperature in the midnight street