The lyrics of Qi Lang's falling lacquer

I didn't read the subject of love

I'm doing my best for you

We should teach our children and lead our grandchildren

So what you said is a white thief

You're a little roll boy, and you're an ink thief

How can there be no blood and no chop

When you hand in the new one and the old one, you kick it with your feet

It's not worth it. It's not worth it

I would drop the paint

I have no strength for feelings