Lyrics of Yan Yalun's "hair on the trigger"

be triggered at any moment

I just accidentally passed by the corner I had been avoiding

I just accidentally touched the glove you gave me

Which hateful passer-by painted your favorite flavor

Bite wake up the taste buds, secretly released the spring of memory

I have long forgotten that I have no problem

Every word makes me feel guilty

I thought I'd forgotten and even destroyed the evidence

But suddenly, I was recalled

From how to love to how to leave at last

Sad and happy are all turned out to live exhibition

It's on the verge of attack. I can't fight it

Memories are like viruses that can't be avoided

I've already thrown away my wardrobe, my mobile phone and even my computer

Who shakes out this sweet picture from where

Blame that bill for reminding me that your birthday is coming

Those numbers cruelly opened the hole of memory

Listen to love songs as prayers, watch sofa and think of hugs

I forgot to clean the wreckage of love

Aftertaste the taste of holding hands, lose the strength to let go

It turns out that memories can be so inhumane

It's perfect who you are

It's nothing more than who I love

I want to turn around and take your sweat

Prove that emotion is not an illusion

How to love from the beginning to how to leave at last

It's hard to let go of sad and happy things

Maybe I have been reluctant to let go

I remember all those things