Yang Xue's lyrics of the home of the soul

The destination of the soul

Time is dying out endlessly

The body is like a feather blown up at any time

The night erodes the only light

It's eating into our minds

Frustration is crushing courage

Tears like a river no longer flow

The last line of defense is challenged by reality

Challenging our bottom line

The moral world is lost

People's hearts hurt their clenched fists

I don't want to choose silence, just want to get rid of bad luck

How to cure cowardice, where is the end result of the soul

Money bought the goodness of the powerful

The poor fled to the beggars

The city propagandizes the dirty after civilization

Preaching powerless faith

The whole world is sick and disaster is everywhere

Confucius and Mencius' heartache has never frowned

I don't want to be manipulated any more. I just want to live a wonderful life

Who can control the fate? That's the end of the soul

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The world is mad, the moral truth is lost

People's hearts hurt their clenched fists

I don't want to choose silence, just want to get rid of bad luck

How to cure cowardice, where is the end result of the soul

The whole world is sick and disaster is everywhere

Confucius and Mencius' heartache has never frowned

I don't want to be manipulated any more. I just want to live a wonderful life

Who can control the fate? That's the end of the soul