Lyrics of Chen Shihui's withered grass

I can't wait for you to say yes

If left behind you say no longer nostalgic

I am willing to accept and let go

Look at my hands after I let go

Left behind the pain are tight after me

I have seen through the road

When I step out of the curse, I'll go as soon as I make a fool of myself

Not when I treasure like a pile of dead grass, you do not see how

I don't get good news and dare not complain

I'm not good enough

Who's going to treat me well? How many fatalities will it take

It's not until you appreciate me

It's good to expect him to love me

There's no need to complain

He and once had a wrong love, only to admit their fate

Being called to pause on the way is like waking up drunk

But I don't hate compassion

Can still pretend to be frozen calm

Along the way

But sometimes it's like a reflection on the screen

Not when I treasure like a pile of dead grass, you do not see how

I don't get good news and dare not complain

Everything is not good enough for me

Who's going to treat me well? How many fatalities will it take

It's not until you appreciate me

It's good to expect him to love me

Next report sweet embrace