The lyrics of Deng Xiaoqiao's the writer of the soul

No, it doesn't matter to me

I can rest assured that I am still diligent

Take what the wise say as a treasure

I don't know my heart

It's all out of compassion to feel bad for all living beings

Don't worry

I'm brave and still sunny

Listen to my voice that excited

No, I don't

Some are just embarrassing news

Stop trusting the doctor

Don't be afraid of trauma. I'll heal myself

Am I so happy and sad

It's common sense that the busier you are, the more you can forget

I asked if I would smile

What scars can trivial matters bear

Smart I soothe my heart to my home

I'm very inspirational. There's no reason why I'm not

I have nothing to do. I want to meet you

It's me. It's me. I talk about it every day

It's me. It's me. How can I do something stupid

Am I so happy and sad

It's common sense that the busier you are, the more you can forget

I asked if I would smile

What scars can trivial matters bear

Smart I soothe my heart to my home

I'm very inspirational. There's no reason why I'm not

Can I be so happy and fake

I didn't remember the three buses when I put them down in the morning

How did you make it

Do you use your left hand

If I have something, will I hide it from me

Do you still remember the silly things

Understanding the ideal of the heart and becoming a writer of the heart

I tried my best to encourage myself and didn't ask anyone for a vacation

I'm not in a bad mood

Think of a quiet, do not want to talk