We can also feel that the indifference in the lyrics has faded away from our desperate struggle when we first pursued our ideals, and we have gained a sense of relief, rationality and calmness. At the same time, that indifference is also full of persistence in ideals and longing for the future. The place where dreams collapsed is now covered with moss. We are not old and our dreams will never die.
2. Lyrics:
A car came after the rain.
Through the pallor of dusk
The old iron sheet goes south, and the lover has gone.
Listen to the smoke
Poetry radio
An emotionless cough, at least it seems so.
The way home is lovely, too.
The strings lack posture.
Never see that night again, listening to the children's voices.
A monologue in a hurry
Grind it into tape.
Tired feelings are crushed into age.
Just be old, don't wake up alone.
You are eager to leave.
There's just nowhere to stop.
Just singing, eyes narrowed.
And tears of collapse
It just doesn't arrive.
Youth is drunk again.
Nameless mind
Laugh and be idle, gather and disperse generously.
Tossed and turned but couldn't walk.
Right platform
If drifting is the only way to grow up.
You wake up in the years
That barren future
Like regretting the unfinished love in the season.
Dirt every page of poetry
Kiss the most painful confession
When the wind blows here, there is no need to let it go.
Just be old, don't wake up alone.
You are eager to leave.
There's just nowhere to stop.
Just singing, eyes narrowed.
And tears of collapse
It just doesn't arrive.
Just bear it sweetly
Starry wet windowsill
Light and shadow beat, like saying love in sleepiness.
No more meaningless feelings
Want to understand.
The place where the dream collapsed is now covered with moss.