Song lyrics of Shaogong's Xiao que funeral

If you feel depressed, clap your hands

If you feel depressed, clap your hands

If you feel depressed, clap your hands

Look, let's clap our hands together

The rubber disappeared out of thin air

It's a paper with a finger cut

It's a rainy Sunday

And wet white shoes

Accidentally take the subway station

Inexplicably late routes

Ice cream falls to the ground

There was a lot of vanilla blood

Small really lucky focus on the social network

Little true mourning is scattered in the fragments of time for no reason

There's always a little bit of bad luck to complain about

I had to draw a circle in the corner

The bitterness and sweetness of life are laughing down

But still can't help to the mirror

You try to love the stars, the universe and the world

You should always learn to reconcile with yourself

It's oil spills on the shirt

It's the dog days of the air conditioning strike

It's WiFi signal lost contact for no reason

I called you and the line was busy

On the early morning of the weekend, I suddenly lost sleep

A pile of clothes grew out of the back of the chair

Mercury retrogrades 800 times a year

It works every time

Small really lucky focus on the social network

Little true mourning is scattered in the fragments of time for no reason

There's always a little bit of bad luck to complain about

I had to draw a circle in the corner

The bitterness and sweetness of life are laughing down

But still can't help to the mirror

You try to love the stars, the universe and the world

You should always learn to reconcile with yourself

You look cute when you sulk

If you feel down, stamp your feet

If you feel down, stamp your feet

If you feel down, stamp your feet

Look, everybody stamp