Adult happiness may be the most difficult, and even if it may be, it will be very short-lived.
Our daily busyness always seems to be a little confused and helpless, and sometimes we long for a comfort, even for a second, at least let us get a little warmth.
When I get used to it, just like this, it doesn't matter when these words gradually become mantras, it is estimated that the tears do not know how many times they have been left in the heart, and the pain of adults will come inadvertently.
This lyric, is a love song, in fact, it is also a song of confession and loneliness, just like the lyrics written, it is not easy to grow up, to the age when it is time to fly and bloom, but because of the various hardships and tribulations in life, it becomes a flash in the pan, and a lifetime is hurriedly finished...
The city is very lively, we walk in the familiar streets, silent, like a very dumb, but every day we have to experience the so-called happiness from other people's stories, for more than thirty years, a person's life is still the same, and only they know...
This song "Pity", I hope you have some resonance.
"Pity"
Lyrics: Li Wenqi
It has long been forgotten that looking for comfort only requires fairy tales
All the good things were originally called The Ugly Duckling
It is only when people who are happy are convinced that they do not doubt lies
Used as a lifelong faith to live like a comic
But it's like I'm going to get used to the occasional snow in the middle of summer
Obviously, he was afraid of being left behind, but he put his courage in tears
The once persistent soul grew up in pain for the first time
Only then will you have the luck to appreciate the ephemeral flowers, close your eyes and be satisfied
Maybe I've also fantasized that the years will always remember a me
Bet on all the chips and be happy why one hand can count
I think I've been happy too, just not with tears
When you wake up, which identity do you have to change in order to live and continue to live
I've really been inspired to be a moth, even if I'm wrong, putting out fires
For a certain moment the sheep are willing to become trapped beasts and hate silence
Unfortunately, I was lucky enough to be saved by falling over my head
Laughing and saying that I have been alone for more than thirty years
Quiet has passed, is it true that dreams are dreams after all?
Say you want to admit it, in the early hours of the morning, you always hear someone struggling
The bustle of the city reflects me more like a mute
No partner can enjoy kissing don't express it badly