Out of the door, it was already dark.
Unwilling sunset has gone.
The bright sunshine has become a thing of the past.
Transparent glass is full of beige courage.
Speak freely and clink glasses.
finish off the drink with one gulp
What you swallow is bitter with sweet.
Noisy with other people's noise
Speak your own words
A drunken face
Shining with gentle hope
Out of the door, it was already dark.
Accustomed to wandering
You can also have no direction.
I, standing at the crossroads.
There is light on the left and boundless on the right.
Everyone goes his own way.
The corn vendor can let you stay.
Trucks carrying garbage will also make you change direction.
Have you ever thought about really going your own way?
Even if it's only once
I am who I am. /I am myself. /I am like this.
For me, I'm in charge.
I'm smile happily.
I can sing like crazy if I want to.
I can drink as much as I want.
Laughing myself hoarse and drinking my stomach.
So what?
Night is like day to me.
Scream as usual