The lyrics are reproduced as follows:
The poison of memories in messy dance steps
Pretending to read minds blindly in the city that never sleeps.
The condensed fog on the window tempts the temperature of desire.
Your heart gave up halfway.
Everyone deserves admiration. Anyway, they were born lonely.
Tears solidified after a round of dancing.
Sorrow will also bless you. Meeting is worth celebrating, forgetting is worth living up to.
Cool thin, who gently shook off the back of his hand with half a cigarette, understood when the past whizzed by.
[0 1:04.35] My heart slowly retreats, and the dark whirlpool is like an unbreakable bubble.
[0 1: 12.25] The more nights, the happier. Say goodbye and never see you again.
[0 1: 14.60] Sing in a low voice, seek relief, hold hands, lifeline, stagger the torture of love songs, and enjoy the silence of the night.
[0 1: 19+438+0] betrayed false promises, just waiting for you to be a traveler. Beautiful scenery and time travel.
[0 1:24.89] In which cloud do you stay to protect my loneliness all my life?
[0 1:27.94] Last year's fireworks gradually slipped through your fingers.
[0 1:30.39] A person who loves two persistent people misses the night. Is it worth putting a moth to the fire?
[0 1:36.33] It is not necessarily love to be afraid of other people's prosperous backs and unforgettable traps.
[0 1:46.69] Every lost memory has no time to cherish the past of summer and stay there for a season.
[0 1:57.35] It is not necessarily love to be afraid of other people's prosperous backs and unforgettable traps.
Every lost memory has no time to cherish the mystery of being abandoned and cry in the wind.
[02:40.35] Singing in a low voice, looking for relief, holding hands, crisscrossing lifelines, thanking the torture of love songs and enjoying the silence of the night.
Betrayed false promises, just waiting for you to be a passer-by.
In which cloud do you stay, guarding the loneliness of my life?
Last year's fireworks slipped through your fingers.
When a person falls in love with two persistent people, what he misses is whether the night is worth the fire.
Cool thin, who gently shook off the back of his hand with half a cigarette, understood when the past whizzed by.
My heart is like an unbreakable bubble, slowly retreating from the dark whirlpool.
The more nights, the happier I am. Say goodbye and never see you again.
These warm fingers swam in the midnight dream and the neon suddenly woke up.
Slowly forget what is unforgettable. What I don't owe you is not worth the fire.
Afraid of others' backs, the bustling trap is unforgettable, not necessarily love.
Every lost memory is too late to cherish. The wind is laughing at your abandonment and crying silently.
I hope I can help you.