Lyrics of Jiang Jiang's Edward's novel

It's never stopped

Seclusion comes from seeing through the world

What is cloud light and wind light

Edward, let me tell you

Foreign literature is full of romance

It's hard to distinguish the three teachings from the nine

I've been winning all my life

There's a lot of resonance

Edward writes novels

Elegant and beautiful

Idyllic life

The stream in the countryside

We hummed a little song

How happy it is to clap and sing

Along the wheat field

The flowers in the face

I'm just being cynical

Against time and space

I live in my world

Not afraid of the chaos of the world

I don't want to be safe

My world is only war

Enjoy every victory

Enjoy the wine

My nib is my blade

Don't be afraid

Write you into my story

You will always be under my feet

It seems that I like pastoral life

You may be confused by me

In fact, my inner darkness

You'll never understand

The night sky is full of stars

All my life

It's only because the world is not peaceful

Edward was very careless

Foreign literature is full of romance

It's hard to distinguish the three teachings from the nine

I've been winning all my life

There's a lot of resonance

Edward writes novels

Elegant and beautiful

Idyllic life

The stream in the countryside

We hummed a little song

How happy it is to clap and sing

Along the wheat field

The flowers in the face

Edward writes novels

Elegant and beautiful

Idyllic life

The stream in the countryside

We hummed a little song

How happy it is to clap and sing

Along the wheat field

The flowers in the face

Everybody's singing

It's like Edward's novel

They're being emulated

I don't use word lyrics

It's all written on paper

I want to go back to the origin

Get back to the original look

Escape from the noise outside

I don't want to worry about it

Calculation between people

No skill

You don't care if I'm acting cold

Or what

Look at your face when you flatter

You don't even know who you are

Edward writes novels

Elegant and beautiful

Idyllic life

The stream in the countryside

We hummed a little song

How happy it is to clap and sing

Along the wheat field

The flowers in the face

Edward writes novels

Elegant and beautiful

Idyllic life

The stream in the countryside

We hummed a little song

How happy it is to clap and sing

Along the wheat field

The flowers in the face