Lyrics of Shen Yicheng's Cube

He stood in front of the cuboid station and looked at the newspaper

It's about life and death. There's no time to look at the late tin box

Office buildings spit out a group of shadowy 3D creatures

Face expressionless, because after work no longer hold

Rows of houses

He and she live in a city without sea

Every night the salary changes to dinner

Dream was packed into a box

The grand layout of the small room

He and she rent the city with the sea

A few cubic meters make a lamp

It's like night

How many cubic meters can a lamp feed

It's his mind

And each other

The architecture of swallowing clouds

He and she stood on tiptoe in the whirl

Pedestrians wearing masks every day

There's a slanting angle

Don't pursue the old step of being at ease

He and she opened the window to pay the rent

Turn off a few lights

The visibility of dreams

A lamp falls in love with a road

It's his cloud

And his journey

And his journey