The lyrics of Zheng Ziwei's "a man in vain"

It's going to be 700 days short of one or two days

But she has a new development

Congestion and bitterness have already broken down the collapsed lacrimal gland

I have seen three or four thousand pictures in my hand

What's the countdown day for self portraits

You can't fix this depression. It's over. It's over

I'm improving. You're regressing. How do you hold me?

Indifference, slow down and fill with bare hands

Like a prison

Why be a good man and show your identity

I only blame myself for being too stingy

You blame addiction for every word

It's like holding a bomb and swallowing me with a touch

Thank you so much for your kindness

Today's funeral

There's no need to pretend that your hands are going to shake. You're not going to shake at all

It's only a few seconds, but it's hundreds of them

Always be angry, words don't agree with you

Many threats force me to tangle, the end is painful to learn not to understand

When I want to be flexible, you're the first to do it

I won't talk about the seriousness of the situation

All yawns, all deceiving tones are willing to believe, all foolish to believe

I'm improving. You're regressing. How do you hold me?

Indifference, slow down and fill with bare hands

Why be a good man and show your identity

I only blame myself for being too stingy

You blame addiction for every word

It's like holding a bomb and swallowing me with a touch

Thank you so much for your kindness

Funeral history changes today

There's no need to pretend that your hands are going to shake. You're not going to shake at all

When people like you suck your identity

Angel selfishness and narcissism

That Sarai addiction has no lingering charm

Countless waves will swallow you in a breath

Thank you for letting me go

Today's funeral

There's no need to show inertia. You don't like to open it