The lyrics of "the end of Hongya"

Some words are always so poor or useless

Maybe I am used to camouflage, afraid of noise

It's not indifference, it's a heavy gesture of honor

No one taught me how to melt the snow on my chest

Yesterday's words are laughing at today's things

When can a poem not move itself

Looking for the love of my life

Chen Hong's dream has long been a cobweb

The old garden is hard to see, but it's just Jianglang

Besides wind and rain, oil and salt can also describe the helplessness of the world

Every word I say, who can be among them

If you can't say the saddest, you'll be buried in the ground

Mediocrity is nothing to be aware of

If you think about it, it's like a vine winding around a tree, cutting off the meridians

Try to get rid of it, but forget how to feel

The blank in the sun will be covered with dust one day

Around the world, frost is growing

Dream abandoned in the old red sandalwood scar

The weeds in the courtyard are getting denser and denser to cover the sunset

Wine poems of the month

Willing to be alone and down in Hongya

I don't have much to worry about

Ignore the edges and corners and pretend to be smart

Drink those lies to set off Xun gaomingle's affectation

Is there a kind of love that can be devoted to this life

Praise is not enough to fill vanity and decorate happiness

Who can remember a monologue about how wonderful the future is

No tomb sweeping platform

Too much silence can't escape from drowning

Take out the heart, and finally found nothing to look forward to

I can't guess the next scene

It's hard to step on the edge of the earth, and there's no need to start over when you fall into the abyss

The old garden is hard to see, but it's just Jianglang

Besides wind and rain, oil and salt can also describe the helplessness of the world

Every word I say, who can be among them

If you can't say the saddest, you'll be buried in the ground

Mediocrity is nothing to be aware of

If you think about it, it's like a vine winding around a tree, cutting off the meridians

Try to get rid of it, but forget how to feel

The blank in the sun will be covered with dust one day

The wreckage at the end of Hongya

A dream for thousands of years, who dominates Guangxia