Get sunlight from passengers' dust
Chu man Xin Tian
No rain and dew
Absorb rain from passengers' smiles.
Nourish a day
In the boiling porridge pot
Into ordinary salt.
Melt yourself
Cater to others
Staring at the deep black hole
Guarding the wandering dragon
Let the main roads of the city
Fresh blood flows freely.
The lights put the subway people's day and night
Printing and dyeing produce the same monotony and pallor.
Day after day
year after year
Be a girl who muddies the water again.
Walk into the platform again
Like flowers in early spring
Once again, the underground world
Dressed up as a passionate paradise
The old man suddenly woke up.
Fanghua no longer
Years have carved wrinkles on my forehead.
That sigh
That sympathetic face
Those hard days
Buried in the ground.
forever
No one will notice.