Lyrics of ideal thirty by Chen Hongyu

There are cars coming after the rain

Driving past the pale Twilight

The old iron sheet goes south, and the lover is no longer there

Listen to the poetry radio in the thick smoke

A cold cough at least seems

The way back is lovely

The strings lack posture

No more children listening to music at night

Time in a hurry monologue

Grinding tiaopei into cassette

The withered feelings are broken into years

Youth is drunk again

My hometown is unknown

To spend the time of gathering and scattering generously by laughing

I can't get to the platform

If wandering is the only way to grow up

You wake up in the years

The barren future

Like love in season of regret

Every page of the poem is soiled

Kiss the most painful confession

And the wind blowing to this does not need to let go

Don't wake up alone

You want to leave

It just doesn't stop anywhere

Just sing and squint

And the collapse of tears

It's just not there

Just sweet patience

Stars moisten windowsill

Light and shadow beat like saying love in sleepiness

No more meaningless feelings

I think I understand

The place where the dream collapsed is covered with moss