Lyrics of Feng Bo's Diary of a madman

The ideal of the times is short of imagination

Silence is a kind of object

It's no use pretending to be shocked. It's no use fighting with him

Actually, I'm calm. Do you understand the laughter

Ten ask me, a thousand scold me. Is that kind of considerate

My ears, my eyes, the tip of my pen and the corner of my mouth are used to pointing at me

The truth is lonely everywhere

I have too many ideals. I'm not used to cold eyes

Help him, shout the truth

If the world is too false to talk to him

There's my choice. Laugh more

Actually, you hear me? Actually, when I confess

Shouting is that I choose cruelty and finally fall

Ten ask me, a thousand scold me, the ideal calls on the world

My ears, my eyes, the tip of my pen and the corner of my mouth are used to pointing at me

Try to lie and find out the truth

I have too many ideals. I'm not used to cold eyes

Help him, shout the truth

Friends, do you cry? Friends, I'm afraid

How do your ears and glasses think, even if it's right for you

Fight as hard as you can. Don't be afraid of despair

You have too many ideals. How can you get used to the sad song of looking at each other

Don't let the past change in your time

Who will feel like me fighting against corruption? Who will wake up like me fighting against corruption

Cheer up in troubled times

Friends, do you shout

I'm not afraid of friends

Standing in the ideal, standing in the light

Friend, do you hear me