Weak crown years of nostalgia for the lights and wine do not know the way back
Unbridled in the city of midnight beating tirelessly
The sound of nagging in the ears has long since turned into smoke
Only returning through the night is the good life you want
At that time, there was no concept of home, but there was home everywhere
Shoulder to shoulder with back indulged in the oppressive loneliness of youth
Cigarette after cigarette dissipates in time
The feeling of falling drunk is hanging out in the heavens and the earth
Wait until succumbing to reality and being driven by life to force it
Constant worries and trifles linger in the air
Less young and energetic to work hard for the family
Counting the absurdities of the past blushed her cheeks
Everyone lives not easy and cannot give up lightly
The responsibility we carry makes us have to smile like a flower
At night at the entrance of the stairs who were looking at the stars and smoking a cigarette
The staggering footsteps hesitated a few times before opening the door
When there is no home, there are always fox friends who are dashing
When I have a home, I want to sleep well
Not nostalgic for the infinite gentle embrace of the warbler and swallow
It was looking at the eyes of the bright eyes that were overwhelmed and flustered
Weak crown years do not want to go home that is the explosive period of personality
Individuality is a luxury for us in the year of its establishment
A simple sentence of not wanting to go home bears a lot of stress
Not wanting to go home is also a spur to push yourself to work harder
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