Lyrics of rare by Quan Zhendong

It's another capricious afternoon. The sun is high

Light up every corner

The cat was yawning by the bed

The children are playing with the Trojan horse

And coffee on the wooden table

It's going round and round, year after year

It's boring to repeat

There's a lot of noise outside the window

The people around you are always on and off

They are always indifferent

It's like being isolated from the world

Maybe life should be less turbulent

The dark clouds may be gone

Most of the world is a product of desire

It's really rare to read plain

It's said that reality is like a thief killing the past

How many people are restless about it

Endless pursuit of fame and fortune

Ignore the love around you

In vain

It's like a joke

If life can be less extravagant

How can dark clouds break into your house

Most of the world is a product of desire

It's really hard to understand contentment

To be rich

To really own

To be really happy

It's really rare

It's another impermanent evening, staying at home

Playing the piano and drinking beer