Lyrics of Fengzi's what's wrong with the world

I saw an old man in early winter on Thursday

The bowls in front of the overpass are empty

His gloved hands trembled as the wind blew

His gloved hands were shaking

I passed him without expression

Mom said it was all a lie

But why did his mother do that

Mom, what's wrong with the world

It's very cold on Friday morning

I saw the old man still lying in that place

The facial features are twisted into a ball

The wind was blowing through his overcoat and his body was shivering

He was shivering in his overcoat

A lot of people walked past him laughing and talking

A little girl gave him the change in her mother's pocket

She asked her mother why he did it

Mom, what's wrong with the world

The sun is fragrant on Saturday morning

I passed the overpass and looked at the place where the old man lay

There's nothing left but a little sunshine

There's nothing left but a little sunshine

The traffic was under the bridge and people were blocking their way

It's like it's a pool of sunshine

Old people never existed

I think of the little girl, her face, she asked her mother

Mom, what's wrong with the world

The traffic was under the bridge and people were blocking their way

It's like it's a pool of sunshine

Old people never existed

I think of the little girl, her face, she asked her mother

Mom, what's wrong with the world