Half-awake from my dream, I knew it was so cold
What is love? It's nothing but the wind and rain
Bleeding, red eyes
Even if I make a few more turns
Let's wake up from drinking tomorrow and still have a hangover
An ordinary couple is no fun in the end
However, shouting, crying and pulling is not the right thing
Why burn into fierce fire?
I don't mind accompanying you
I know the words, I wake up and get drunk again in this life
Ask the sky how many happy children there are
——Lin Baoyi's "Children"