Word: Patrick Leung
Music: Jude
Wandering to the cold, wandering in Glasgow
People strolled along the way and heard the echo of poetry.
Historical destiny is like repetition.
How to bury the sunken ship after a grave robbery is difficult to dock.
What used to be pink and green is now white and gray.
Still can't cool colorful memories.
The snow scene is restored, the dream is gone, and the video is still true.
I'm not blindfolded now, but I'm hitting a wall.
I volunteered to win the migration.
An endless adventure wandering around the world
It is a proof of my rebirth and freedom.
My frankness froze the world.
I'm still wandering in Glasgow.
It's still snowing, sweating for my emptiness
Historical fate is repeating itself.
In the old dream, release the key and bury it on the other side.
What used to be pink and green is now white and gray.
Still can't cool colorful memories.
The snow scene is restored, the dream is gone, and the video is still true.
Why are you still carrying the rubble of lovelorn love?
I volunteered to win the migration.
An endless adventure wandering around the world
It is a proof of my rebirth and freedom.
My frankness froze the world.
How can I repay you and fill in the blanks?
How to reset my memory of that day?
There are still traces, but we should be picky.
It turns out that it also carries sad rubble.
I volunteered to win the migration.
For example, using torture on the back to break the deadlock.
There is no shortcut to survival in the world.
I lost my voice and saw it in an instant.