Lyrics of Lin Jiaying's abandonment

It was five-year-old summer, my mother sent me to kindergarten

I still remember that day when I cried in public

Now I'm 18 years old and I'll meet the scene of parting again

It's like I don't cry when I grow up

The more mature I am, the more I love the mentality of my childhood

No social network, but at least live at ease

Cry when you're hurt and heal when you're done crying

I want to go back to the past

I don't like complicated relationships and interests

Don't try to understand me. I'm a mystery

When I'm sad, when I'm sad, when I'm upset

And thanks to those haters for being my teaser

I'm carrying a load and I'm out of breath most of the time

Determined to move forward without any profit

I started to doubt myself, I started to be negative

When I start to look different from myself, you say it's necessary for me to grow up

It's like a dream

I often can't tell

It's better to make up a happy ending

Now I'm finally awake

I don't want to run away

The gap between ideal and reality

I hate school. I hate school rules

Hate being bound, but not the school canteen

What do I like for lunch today

I like to stand in the corridor and hum songs

How many times did the girl cry in her memory

Is the countdown doomed to be different

I don't want to part, but I can only accept my fate

Life is short and easy to get together

I often look out of the window at the scenery

My heart is full of longing for the future

The pen left behind has no courage to raise it again

But I hope to have you in the future

I believe that this bad situation is God's test

I can't be the best, but I know how to do my best

I want to say I'm tired, but I'll never give up halfway

Then close your eyes and continue to chase, and reject all doubts

It's like a dream

I often can't tell

It's better to make up a happy ending

Now I'm finally awake

I don't want to run away

The gap between ideal and reality

It's like a dream

I often can't tell

It's better to make up a happy ending

Now I'm finally awake

I don't want to run away

The gap between ideal and reality