Lyrics of Li Haojia's "open a window"

Fantasy alone

Who will open the window for me

I don't want to wake up

But I can't

affectation

There was no response

Never love has been heartbroken

I want to fly

But the thread leads me

If the puppet lacks true hue

Be strong in case of hardship

Calm and don't disturb

Talk like a lady will fly above the branches

The more artificial a man is, the better he deserves praise

If all in order to win praise

Who's working hard

How does it come to the end

Live up to the ideal

If you are willing to control the elbow, you will not struggle

The inner ideal cannot be expressed

It's the common customs that set certain rules to compensate for their own confusion

Unable to be free as if oppressed

Then I opened a window to express the confusion

There is always a way to walk hand in hand under this great ship

It's really about saving money

Stay in between

Fall and wake up

Let me distinguish the flaws

Not afraid of difficulties

No matter how far you go

I want to break through

If you lead me

The fog will disperse one day

Who says the more love, the more separation

Who depends on acting

Who can imperceptibly cultivate vulgar taste

The more artificial a man is, the more detached he is

If all in order to cover up the sadness

People do it blindly and with all their strength

How does it come to the end

Lonely to death

If you are willing to control the elbow, you will not struggle

The inner ideal cannot be expressed

It's the common customs that set certain rules to compensate for their own confusion

Unable to be free as if oppressed

Then I opened a window to express the confusion

There is always a way to walk hand in hand under this great ship

As the wind blows and the rain shakes you

Who can see through the star array in the well

You can always find a partner to be close to when you are still walking unsteadily

But if it does, it's still bitter

It's so lonely that you're not angry

Then open a window to say all hate

There's always a guard under the shadow

If there is no ideal

It's like a puppet

Always with grief and indignation