Lyrics of Guodan's just late

He is a late child

I don't know if you forgot

The backpack was against his ankle

All bags are in place

It takes more than ten hours to fly

So he's always absent

I seem to see his shadow

But he didn't have time

Make an excuse to say you're not free

Did you sleep that afternoon

Is the person who says distance is not a problem really right

Countless absenteeism recorded

Just his homework

He never retreated

Personality seems to be a little slow

Anyone who knows him well knows

Look, the palms of his hands are wet

If we can get through the pain

I'd rather not take medicine

Learn the way that suits you

He learned to keep a low profile

If you insist on comparing with others

He said it was unnecessary

He missed all his teachers and classmates

If hip hop is a school

He didn't dare to see his grades

I hope the boos don't surround me

He said it was a long way?

And he's just late

But maybe this song has no time limit for him

When the cold wind blows against the pale grey of the day

Remember to chase those dreams

Remember to push when you encounter an exit

Remember to fly every night

No outside intervention at that time

That habit is everywhere

Night and lungs are black

No wonder he was late

He is used to being late

He is a child used to being late

He's just late. He's just late. He's just late

He said it's OK to live there and fly every day

Shout out to?King&Lena

The smoke ring is still blowing every day

He doesn't belong there. He says he comes from Taiwan

Tell me about the island. He's from the south end

Cultural weather and food in Tainan

Music and pace

Remember that "you dare to sleep" under the stage

The hairstyle didn't change because he said it was super easy to tidy up

Who told him that no one would wait for you about music

So he's looking forward to surprising people in the most traditional way

Keep a certain amount of old-fashioned thinking and only stay underground

He believed it was fate until his eyes closed

He changed his zip code and moved to a new place

It should be on the way. He doesn't want to wait

It's hard to avoid occasionally feeling out of control when negative

He said it was a long way and he was only late

It's addictive. It's like a poison

When the cold wind blows against the pale grey of the day

Remember to chase those dreams, remember to push those dreams

Remember to fly at that time every night. No outside force

It's a habit that's all over the place. Night and lungs are black

No wonder he is used to being late

He is a child used to being late

He's just late. He's just late. He's just late