Lyrics of fuse by Mo Yanlin

blasting fuse

She sneaked into the night with the magic of fire

For fear of being found hiding behind the crowd

Spy's eyes collect all the details

Every move will not be ignored

Weird drama is on tonight

The hero of the story is still unconscious

A cup of wine and a cigarette, learning the fox's dance steps

She has put in a lot of work and started to work

When her eyes become a fuse

There is no place for the lonely soul to hide

Set a fire to her high-temperature rhythm

Reason is possessed by alcohol

Like jams bond pretends not to be nervous

Load all your gunpowder missiles

Think clearly and don't be confused

But my face is still permed

40 degrees shortness of breath

The heart beat faster with the cunning dance step

Thinking conflict, blurred vision

To be doomed is the end of a hero

She sneaked into the night with the magic of fire

For fear of being found hiding behind the crowd

Spy's eyes collect all the details

Every move will not be ignored

Weird drama is on tonight

The hero of the story is still unconscious

A cup of wine and a cigarette, learning the fox's dance steps

She has put in a lot of work and started to work

When her eyes become a fuse

There is no place for the lonely soul to hide

Set a fire to her high-temperature rhythm

Reason is possessed by alcohol

I'm confused by her, and there's no place to dodge

The mind is not clear

You can't stop dancing and lose control of your body

And continue to light up the vitality of the night

The look in her eyes became a fuse

The lonely soul that is led no longer wants to hide

Follow her high-temperature rhythm and burn the fire

Reason turns into alcohol and is possessed together

No matter what the mistake, tonight is no longer lonely

Put your heart into the fire and dance with me

Unlimited temperature, the way back to red night

Unconditionally admit defeat, willing to be your prisoner

No matter what the mistake, tonight is no longer lonely

Put your heart into the fire and dance with me

Unlimited temperature, the way back to red night

Unconditionally admit defeat, willing to be your prisoner