Lyrics of photographer by Zhu Xingdong

Standing alone in the wind

Just to not miss the beauty

It's just a flash

What is left behind is called memory

Freedom in life

Pursuing a kind of perfectionism

Too much questioning

Instead, they become more critical

Night with long hair cut

Cut the traces of helplessness

His last name was asked

A sigh

He said he was a photographer

Light and shadow are his poems

But the wanderer didn't appreciate his camera

I'm over 30 years old and I barely make ends meet

Listen to customers tell their worries and cry with them

He said he wasn't a photographer

Learn to face the reality

I heard that he left the city without a camera

And he disappeared with the pictures

No more news

Night with long hair cut

Cut the traces of helplessness

His last name was asked

A sigh

He said he was a photographer

Light and shadow are his poems

Wandering camera, but no one appreciates his infatuation

I'm over 30 years old and I barely make ends meet

Listen to customers tell their worries and cry with them

He said he wasn't a photographer

Learn to face the reality

I heard that he left the city without a camera

And he disappeared with the pictures

No more news

He said he was a photographer

No one appreciates his infatuation

Light and shadow are his poems

Listen to customers tell their worries and cry with them

He said he wasn't a photographer

Learn to face the reality

I heard that he left the city without a camera

He disappeared with the pictures

No more news

Standing alone in the wind

Just to not miss the beauty

It just solidified in a moment

What's left is memories