Singer: slap in the face
Lyrics:
Where are you going in this era? Realize yourself.
Your blood is boiling and your youth is boiling.
The swan's ambition is a thousand miles away, and you are furious.
Hey, I can! Hey, I can! I can!
You sang a song to heaven.
God will give you a great task to hone your bones and muscles.
You can't see mud on your legs until you cut the jade and the abrasive.
Live in a big house, drive a big car, smell big honey,
Any girl can get married legally.
Let those dogs look down on people and never dare to look down on you again.
Swan is ambitious. If you work hard, you will get ahead.
You are not an ordinary man and woman, you are not an ordinary man and woman, ha.
Your father is not a corrupt official, and your mother is a good woman.
You don't have any upper-class connections that can save your ten-year struggle.
How beautiful the illusion of fantasy is, you are stupid and naive.
This is a real adult game, with live ammunition, very yellow and very violent.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. It's108,000 miles.
Luck is not good for your suffering.
It's not easy for you to lay eggs with chickens or chickens.
He was suddenly caught in a storm and the chicken died.
Where is the swan's ambition? You're getting suspicious of this thing.
Why does it linger in your mind and in your dreams for a long time?
La la la. . . .
Yesterday's friends are not their former friends, and you are no longer interested in talking about them.
Former lovers passed away with youth, a fairy-tale memory.
At sunset, you can see yourself clearly in the reflection by the lake.
The wife called your name not far away, and the son came running to say how great he would be.
Your ambition is like a youthful and frivolous poem.
That once pretentious day passed away with a smile many years later.
Hong, your longing for Honghu Lake is like a youthful and frivolous poem.
The once pretentious days slowly disappeared into the crowd at work.
Slowly disappear into your cup, slowly disappear into your sheets,
Slowly disappear in your salary, slowly disappear in the whirlpool of reality.
La la la. . . . .