The night is deep, the night is cold, we embrace the last afterglow of the city
The night is quiet, the night is cold, we are together at the last dawn after midnight
It was very cold that winter, so we stayed in a small room on the 15th floor of Beijing
Smoking all night, listening to music, talking about the past
There was cigarette smoke in the air. We couldn't see each other's faces clearly
We can only listen and hear heart to heart beating, real and direct
No one notices us, we talk to ourselves easily
Holding a red cotton guitar in his hand and singing a Zong's song in his mouth, he looks at their future with a smile
The main road downstairs is open from time to time. There are long-distance passers-by on the bus
They and the people who came back at night watched the midnight of the city gradually change
The night is very deep, the night is very cold, we embrace the last afterglow of the city
The night is quiet, the night is cold, we are together at the earliest dawn after midnight
After many years, we still keep all that as children expect tenderness
Year after year, as the world changes, I have to change gradually
Walking among the crowd for a long time, no one can stay together forever
We can only hastily forget all easily left to move the face
The night is very deep, the night is very cold, we embrace the last afterglow of the city
The night is quiet, the night is cold, we are together at the earliest dawn after midnight
The night is very deep, the night is very cold, we embrace the last afterglow of the city
The night is quiet, the night is cold, we are together at the earliest dawn after midnight
We are together at the earliest dawn after midnight
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