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Born in 1989—— Guan Runhao-Nissim-Runhao

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Lyrics:

I don't know how to start this story.

We were born in the late 1980s, and many people chose to degenerate.

Someone goes up and someone goes down.

So are the circles around us. Slowly moving towards despair.

I also fantasized that I could be strong.

Can face the blow, smile after trying to be brave.

I always want to have an ending, but the conclusion is helpless.

Feelings are complicated, but the ending is strange.

Looking at them, there is always unspeakable envy.

Look at yourself again. After sadness, I long for happiness.

Blame parents, there is no golden key to birth.

No one knows why or how to do it

Don't want to fall behind. Stick to the argument.

Finally, someone put on a title called cynicism.

Don't want to be mediocre. They call it impulsiveness.

Everything must be suppressed so that there will be no feelings.

Who remembers the little raccoon we accumulated in those days?

Who remembers that the gold card at that time was at least 1.5 yuan.

Who remembers buying Cheetos and throwing away food with toys?

Who remembers, the earliest Xiaolong club at that time.

Who remembers that we blocked the road after school?

Who remembers the popularity of foreshadowing?

Who remembers, at that time, I rushed to see the Dragon Ball.

Who remembers, young and frivolous, arrogant.

This blink of an eye. Many people are still furious.

Unconsciously, a term called underground appeared.

We are all looking for the best utopia.

By any means, in order to sleep better.

Stepping on the previous road, taking the same steps wrong.

I emphasize that I don't regret it, but I'm actually ashamed.

I don't want to go with the flow, but I still have nothing.

No, the interface of life is just an excuse for indulgence.

The darkness is still rugged, and you gradually get used to happiness.

Once the dream is erased. Loss brings sin.

Give your body. Dreaming of redemption, really.

Passers-by can leave traces again and again.

Times have changed, and I forgot that you no longer believe.

Blame things differently, or you won't recognize them.

Look on coldly. Who is right and who is wrong, who owes who.

I'm used to it. My heart began to turn black.

Who remembers the little raccoon we accumulated in those days?

Who remembers that the gold card at that time was at least 1.5 yuan.

Who remembers buying Cheetos and throwing away food with toys?

Who remembers, the earliest Xiaolong club at that time.

Who remembers that we blocked the road after school?

Who remembers the popularity of foreshadowing?

Who remembers, at that time, I rushed to see the Dragon Ball.

Who remembers, young and frivolous, arrogant.

How to continue, how to continue the road below.

When every day is the same question, the same pantomime.

Don't say goodbye when you are used to leaving.

When you have answered, you don't have to hold hands to be intimate.

How to continue to be true all the way,

When facing the sunshine, I dare to look up again.

In the face of those beautiful things, only the only son has a head and face.

Crazy in the dark. Lost forever in the city that never sleeps.

When the road to light is broken.

When everyone who used to be around has changed.

When cups of forgotten water are dumped.

When you are a diviner, forget it.

What else can it do? Life became like this.

What else can I do? Everything around me is frozen.

It's already like this. I'm desperate

I can't watch it anymore, I can only choose to laugh silently.

Who else remembers the raccoon we accumulated in those days?

Who else remembers that the gold card was at least 1.5 yuan.

Who else remembers that when you buy Cheetos, you just need toys to throw away the food.

Who else remembers the earliest Xiaolong Club at that time?

Who else remembers that we blocked the road after school?

Who else remembers the popularity of foreshadowing at that time?

Who else remembers the dragon ball that was rushed to see at that time?

Who else remembers, young and frivolous, arrogant

I don't want to remember who was around me.

I don't want to recall the people I loved madly.

I don't want to remember who I hurt mercilessly.

I don't want to remember that I once knew who I owed.

I don't want to remember too much. Always trying to get rid of it.

I know, I want a new life as much as you do.

But there is nothing I can do, and I don't want to think too much.

I finally understand what life is.