Lyrics of the prophet by Mao zeshao

He can see the future

Write the dream on the windowsill

To open up dust

But I can't change the arrangements

Keep the outline of the play

See off the accident with tears

The next second has already released eyebrows

Is it worth fighting with God

Since love can't come back

It's better to be in a daze than indignation

The prophet cut her off

The way of life

It's not going to be ash, but

Even if you can't help crying

Cover up, too

It won't end like this

The most romantic story

I tried my best to put wings on love

She wants to be more ignorant

To love happily

A name

I want to escape

Be a prophet

She has too much bearing

It's all overloaded

Ever since she knew the pain

Prophecy is not a monologue

One man's stage

From the frontier of love

She saw through the next paragraph

I'm not sure if I can see it

How to expect this

It's better to cheat than to understand

The prophet cut her off

The way of life

It's not going to be ash, but

Even if you can't help crying

Cover up, too

It won't end like this

The most romantic story

I tried my best to put wings on love

She wants to be more ignorant

To love happily

A name

I want to escape

Be a prophet

A prophet

I want to escape

Be a prophet

He can see the future

Write the dream on the windowsill

A path of dust

But I can't change the arrangements