Scotty left this morning
As usual
A glass of fine whiskey in hand
At least, that's what they say
He didn't leave a lot of debt
He paid it off in the end
Maybe he won't get too many compliments in the end
but i'm thinking
He'll never get it
I remember one time he told me
We are born under a golden star
Maybe we'll never find it
The journey seems too far
But this is just a problem that will be solved when we reach the end
It seems you have found the answer
my crazy beautiful friend
"Mr. Scott has left the building"
Pack up a large 12-string instrument and take it away
The show is finally over and he's on his way
But there is a song I keep singing
A melody I will never forget
Because Scotty is there
He sits on the moon and roars
I can hear him, he's roaring on the moon
Scott is right there
He sits on the moon and roars
The copywriting is useless. Listening to Scotty this afternoon, I felt very artistic. I string together the things I want to write recently, and I don't have an outline. Let's just write this poem or lyrics called Scotty.
I hope everyone will follow Scotty, Yan Yi and Yun Ni and sit on the moon and roar