The farther away from the crowd
The closer you get to yourself
The closer you get to the world
The farther away you are from yourself
This world
Every lonely heart
Only in the lonely night
It is becoming more and more transparent [chéng jìng].
This vast land
This hilarious crowd
It's like 10,000 bustling streets
chattering
The dark tide is rushing
And us
Either put the horse Nanshan
Or forget about each other
Always in the crowd
Unintentionally lost, the clothes [mèi] faded away
What else
It is a thought that cannot be put down, that cannot be abandoned
It is the pain of the liver and intestines, and the emotion of not being able to heal itself
In the end, it is white sideburns [bìn jiǎo], hunched over
At the end of the years
With the loneliest of your own
Look at each other
No one
Can get out of the crowd
Get out of the hustle and bustle
Be honest with me
In the night of dreams
I hear
The footsteps are hurried
Babbling [chán chán]
And your face
It was already covered in dust