Singing: Mayday
You heard the alarm clock and you pushed the pillow away.
You wake up in an endless tired life.
Heroes don't appear, miracles don't happen.
You only have bitter instant coffee powder.
What are you waiting for when you watch the news every day?
Let life start over and come back to life.
There are no boiling meteorites in the center of the earth, and there is no downpour.
Only you and the day are covered with dust
Looking forward to a beautiful journey, but you are still waiting.
When the wasted youth runs out of body temperature, it begins to regret.
Looking forward to an eternal but afraid of scars and broken bones
In the end, I am alone, and you live a life without God.
You wait as soon as you go out.
You wait to go home, back to your besieged city.
If fate has a door name, it is called the heart door.
It's not whether you can, but whether you want to.
Life is not a process, but a beautiful journey.
The scenery is bright and dark, and there are also love and hate.
The first stop is innocence, the second stop is youth.
The name of the next stop is waiting for you to confirm.
Looking forward to a beautiful journey, but you are still waiting.
When the wasted youth runs out of body temperature, it begins to regret.
Expect an eternity, even if it hurts.
Maybe someone will accompany you to start a new life.
Every soul, every person, every time they survive.
Every heartbeat, every tear is waiting for help.
If fate predestined your birth, if the ending never happened.
Don't wait for the afterlife to make this moment meaningful.
Looking forward to a beautiful journey, but you are still waiting.
Don't wait to waste your youth and run out of body temperature before you begin to regret.
Expect an eternity, even if it hurts.
Life is not yet dusk. Your second life is the next stop.
Your second life
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Song: Post-adolescent Poetry
Singer: Mayday Album: Poetry after Adolescence
When the smoke drifts with the morning light
The lake beside the pillow has dried up.
Expectation turned into waiting.
I said goodbye. Suddenly.
When tears are portrayed as regret
Memories boast of sadness.
Running water is a metaphor for the flight of time.
Finally, we stopped.
Carnival of life
Crazy for love
However, the other side of youth.
Summer is coming.
Brilliant day by day.
(A Xin mouth white:
then what Let's go)
Who says you can't let me
The only autobiography in my life
Like a poem
No matter how far the future is.
Reading is still a word.
Every article is wonderful.
Let the sky explain blue.
Clouds are defined as white.
Falling flowers spread out the red carpet.
Welcome us to the future.
Wonderful unfinished future
~~end~~