"This kind of mess has never been said for half a life" is an emotional song. The lyrics describe a lonely state in which a person is in trouble and depressed, but no one talks and no one understands. The whole song has a deep melody, simple lyrics and sincere feelings, which makes people feel the helplessness and bitterness of life.
The melody of the song is accompanied by a simple guitar, creating a quiet and deep atmosphere. Lyrics express the singer's inner pain and helplessness through plain language. In the chorus part of the song, the singer sang "this kind of mess can't be explained for half a life" in an almost shouting way, which made people feel his inner struggle and cry for help.
The arrangement of the whole song is concise without losing the sense of hierarchy, and the alternating performance of guitar and piano creates a warm and sad atmosphere. The mixing and mastering are also excellent, which makes the sound quality of the whole song very clear and conveys the emotions very accurately.
Lyrics:
Some people have nothing to say, and some words no one can say.
There are thousands of kinds of sadness, and silence is the saddest.
People come and go around, and there are not many people who can talk.
It's better to play dumb, and time will change your temper.
After repeated torture, life will last forever.
The more sensible, the worse.
Make a living with red eyes and even consider the consequences of collapse.
No one can talk about this mess for the rest of his life, just to break the silver.
Who cares about my injury? I have to deal with big things by myself.
All kinds of grievances can only be tasted by yourself, and no one can talk about such a mess for the rest of his life.
I wasted my time and wanted to be Iron Man.
No tears and sadness, no matter how hard or tired, it doesn't hurt.
Years change temper and experience repeated torture.
The more sensible, the more bitter it will be.
Chicken feathers everywhere are red-eyed for their livelihood, and even the consequences of collapse should be considered.
No one can talk about this mess for the rest of his life, just to break the silver.
Who cares about my injury? I have to deal with big things by myself.
All kinds of grievances can only be tasted by yourself, and no one can talk about such a mess for the rest of his life.
I wasted my time and wanted to be Iron Man.
No tears and sadness, no matter how hard or tired, it doesn't hurt.