The lyrics of "the young man of literature and art"

That's right

In the early hours of the morning

I'm as lonely as most people

Listening to songs all night

But he's always losing his fuckin 'sleep

I'm always a little confused

That's right

Maybe I am one

A waste of pseudo literary youth

But I can also write songs

Brag about the bull's ratio

Sing your life

After so much

Friends around

One person is in a rough place

Looking at their sad face to tell

I'm always at a loss

After so much

My boyfriend

One by one

Always advise others not to think too much

But he is always stupid

Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala~

Don't think too much about it

Let's not live a life full of love

A good person

Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala~

Don't think too much about it

As the fake Wenqing around you

If you have any nagging, just say it

That's right

We're all about cars and houses

A bloody fight

What makes us want

That's a better life

That's right

Our generation was born

The rebellious can't figure it out

Some of the ideas you think are stupid

It's always too much to say

Always boasting about a lot of friends around

In fact, few of them are reliable

Always complaining that life is too simple

It's not that simple. It's very good

I always sigh that the material society is too complicated

Make it impossible for young people to live

If you are happy every day now

What else do you want

Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala~

Don't think too much about it

Let's not live a life full of ostentation

It's good to be yourself

Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala~

Don't think too much about it

As the fake Wenqing around you

If you have any nagging, just say it

That's right

You can complain more

Do you have to live with him

Thinking about the legendary well-off life

There will always be one

You often ask me

Literary youth of waste

What can he do

I wrote this song to make you think about it

Kneel down for my life