She, she
Is that still her
The same face
Sound like a string
I said she, she
Is that still her
I drew some Eyeliner on my face.
I painted my lips red
I said she, she
Is that still her
I want to listen to some music
Not vulgar, not vulgar
I said she, she
Is that still her
I've been in my head for years
Already red eyes
Trees in December
The same color every year
People in December
One a year
Books you want to read
How can I carry the cupboard
People you want to see
I can't fill the room
Chu Feng, Chu Feng
You blow East
But I can't cross the sea
Chu Feng, Chu Feng
You can't stop
Not fast
Chu Feng, Chu Feng
Have you read countless books
But I can't get out
You are Chu Feng
Chufeng
Chufeng
She went on and on
She, she
She, she
I said she, is she still that she
I said she, is she still that she
I said she, is she still that she
Chu Feng, Chu Feng
You blow East
But I can't cross the sea
Chu Feng, Chu Feng
Have you read countless books
But I can't get out
Chu Feng, Chu Feng
You can't stop
Not fast
You are Chu Feng
Chufeng
Chufeng
She went on and on
It's gone
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