Lyrics of reverse driving by Bao Yue

I wear cotton padded jacket and gloves

Not afraid of cold, not afraid of old

Just to block your ridicule

Just throw away the pride and silence

I'm wearing sunglasses and a mask

Not to be handsome, not to be afraid of the sun

Just so you don't recognize it

Cover up the present and bury the future

I turn around with the steering wheel full

Boost your power and get rid of yourself

It's still no match for all faults

I'm driving backwards in love

Not to the end, but lost

Even if the poem has been written into love

It's also printed with regret

I don't want to keep going backwards

But the steering wheel was stiff and stopped

The beautiful past has become a thing of the past

There is no dream that can be woven into infatuation

I'm wearing sunglasses and a mask

Not to be handsome, not to be afraid of the sun

Just so you don't recognize it

Cover up the present and bury the future

I turn around with the steering wheel full

Boost your power and get rid of yourself

It's still no match for all faults

I'm driving backwards in love

Not to the end, but lost

Even if love has been written into a poem

It's also printed with regret

I don't want to keep going backwards

But the steering wheel was stiff and stopped

The beautiful past has become a thing of the past

There is no dream that can be woven into infatuation

I'm so crazy in love that I choose to drive in the opposite direction

It's not the end of the sprint, but it's lost

Once I wrote love into poetry, words and stories

It was also an empty piece of paper with regret

I don't want to continue to be an idiot and still drive backwards

But the steering wheel stopped, and it didn't help to be controlled

The beautiful past has become a thing of the past

There is no dream can be woven into Chi can be willful

I'm driving backwards in love

Not to the end, but lost

Even if love has been written into a poem

It's also printed with regret

I don't want to keep going backwards

But the steering wheel was stiff and stopped

The beautiful past has become a thing of the past

There is no dream that can be woven into infatuation