When staying up late became a habit
When habit becomes inevitable
I know
Stayed up every night
Can be a killer
Kill yourself little by little
It's like life
What you should live like
What you want to live
But day after day
Years
Why ming
He knows everything[decay]
It's like just winning a million lotteries
Why just can I win, I can't win
Not so much why
Happiness and sadness always coexist
Never close
Halfway through December
Didn't like 12
A day has 12 hours
A night also has 12 hours
There are 12 months in a year
Friends are 12 paintings
Lover is 12 paintings
Sorrow and pain are 12 paintings
And the rest of his life, it also happens to be 12 paintings
Just walking, walking,
With a heart that was once full of strength and ideals
Slowly
See the bustling
Compromised
Spend the rest of your life in 12 paintings!