Soaked in ink, that man
Raise your pen and face the mirror.
Half bright and half indigo.
Someone is at the front desk, singing or doing something.
There were several loud noises and cheers.
The light is dim and you can't see what you really are.
Things have laws of things.
The man said, "I want to hear all this."
Satin lining that feels crisp.
Match a paper flower to the sideburns.
So I'm down and out.
Draw a face in the shadow of a lamp.
What is the real thing? Day, night, darkness, darkness, darkness.
I am who I am in the mirror.
Can't see the face, see the face)
Suddenly looked up, the sound of the piano was clear and clear.
The delicious moustache is spinning.
The stage and curtain are moving.
It's a quarter past noon
Some stones and sandbags.
Boys and girls are all dressed up.
It's a quarter past noon
A generation of kings buried under Facebook
He chose the tragic image.
It's a quarter past noon
The mask was thrown aside.
The flesh and blood sat in the chair.
The man waved a whip and gradually became
A horse, a few gestures
Knead the reins into a ball
The man raised his sleeves and gradually became
A city with no one in it.
Retreat many enemy troops
The man was prone on the table and gradually became
A book, open a page.
The days are two halves of yin and yang.
A furnace of agarwood burns a quiet.
Facebook and Facebook are running away.
Down and out, I sang "Running at Night"
Natural beauty is also a white-headed guest.
I am full of rich colors, slowly.
Every word tells desolation and loneliness.
Big night is my background.
On Facebook, I am me, not you.
So cunning and thoughtful)
Whose song do I sing?
There is no end to the conspiracy behind the scenes.
Drama is always so sad.
The distance in the play is not the real distance.
Is the soul in the body the only soul?
I can't look at you in tears.
The people on the stage walked lightly.
Like the wind blowing through a pine forest at night
Bright red silk dress, shiny jade.
That man will have a lifetime reputation.
The pale and thin man.
The name stands for a sound.
The man lowered his head and took off his costume.
Tremble in the sun
I'm not used to girls washing their faces with lead.
As if the ancient sacrifices were still there.
Ancient souls wander around.
That man is too far away from the years.
Women flirt with each other.
All the lights in their hearts were lit.
Illuminate the illusory scene of death
So the spoony old girl died.
They have no sexy bodies.
The voice of silk and bamboo is full of affection.
A huge red hourglass on the stage.
After a hundred years, it slowly leaked out.
Young and beautiful women have reached the edge.
But I feel like I'm standing in front of the stage.
Can't tell the difference between busy and idle.
The audience only nodded and applauded.
The soul falls like snowflakes in June.
Illuminate a generation of Facebook on the stage pavilion
Down and out, I am passionate at this time.
A long whistle went through the clouds.
Feel this wonder layer by layer.
Watch him chew.
You are almost a wisp of spirit.
It fits your personality.
You're not who you are under Facebook anymore.
Under the mask, I'm dead.
The sound of gongs and drums is like the rebirth of the dead.
My figure is quaint and I am good at it. )
A long time ago, someone drew a sketch of Facebook.
It loves itself and its soul.
The man is still walking through the light.