In those confused and painful songs,
I am but his shadow.
Decadent fireworks scattered all over the place.
Sad, he raised his head.
I want to cry, but the cross has already been broken in the dawn.
Will I ever ride a bike again on a lonely road?
There is no crying, no song that has no effect.
The notes in the white headphones have long been broken.
I am just his shadow, but I would rather be a lonely shadow,
Looking at you and accompanying you, just because your name is Xiao Ye.