When the night comes
The evening breeze blows Buddha.
Cold and caring about each other.
The brightest star
Appear on the distant horizon
The first star in the night sky
Always so dazzling
Listen to sad songs
Huang Xinling told me
Your name is Huang Hunxiao.
The alternation of day and night.
It hasn't started yet.
It's over.
Even in aestheticism.
I'm just sorry
I still can't believe it.
Be careful, please.
Until you turn around and leave
The bright lights of Huang Hunxiao.
Laugh at my innocence.
At this moment, the song sounded.
Echoes in my ears over and over again
Looking at your distant back
Even retention is a luxury.
This life has broken the horizon.
Life and death wandering is also two boundless.
If there is an afterlife.
Don't go on, Huang Hunxiao.
A broken string is sad and bitter.
The trauma and pain in my life
Imprisoned in my heart all my life