2. "Ideal March" lyrics:
A car came after the rain.
Through the pallor of dusk
The old iron sheet goes south, and the lover has gone.
Listening to poetry radio station under thick smoke
An unemotional cough at least seems
The way home is lovely, too.
The strings lack posture.
Never see children listening to music at night again.
A monologue in a hurry
Grind it into tape.
Withered feelings are crushed into years.
Grow old slowly. 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, waste time, be generous.
I can't find the right platform after tossing and turning.
If drifting is the only way to grow up
You wake up in the years
That barren future
Like the unfinished love in the regret season.
Dirt every page of poetry
Kiss the most painful confession
When the wind blows here, there is no need to let it go.
Grow old slowly. 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 are beating, like saying love in sleepiness.
No more meaningless feelings
Want to understand.
The place where the dream collapsed is now covered with moss.