I got off the bus and bought a drug- like ticket.
The No.35 bus is like a corpse bed that has just been pushed away.
I'm standing in a small city,
Cancer- like thin in the distance
The crowd on the street was in a hurry.
The dream was broken on the ground, like withered leaves.
The night engulfs the soul of the city.
Loneliness wanders around the corner, and the mind is like a prisoner.
Lost footsteps on the streets of the city
The fog in my heart is like an innocent murder.
The feeling of the No.35 bus passing by
It seems to have been ravaged by fate
I shuttled through the reinforced concrete jungle.
Looking for a gap of warmth and hope,
But I only saw indifferent faces and desolate streets.
The gear of fate runs over, and the wound drips blood quietly.
The sky in the distance is as grey as a tomb.
The thin hope swings in the dark.
The pressure of life is like a sharp knife.
It breaks up my former dream.
People come and go on the street.
But Ican't find my own direction.
The trajectory of the No.35 bus
It's like the projection of my soul.
In the corner of this city, I am a lost soul.
Wandering between noise and loneliness.
Cancer- like thin in the distance
The crowd on the street was in a hurry.
The dream was broken on the ground, like withered leaves.
The night engulfs the soul of the city.
Loneliness wanders around the corner, and the mind is like a prisoner.
Lost footsteps on the streets of the city
The fog in my heart is like an innocent murder.
The feeling of the No.35 bus passing by
It seems to have been ravaged by fate
I shuttled through the reinforced concrete jungle.
Looking for a gap of warmth and hope,
But I only saw indifferent faces and desolate streets.
The gear of fate runs over, and the wound drips blood quietly.
The sky in the distance is as grey as a tomb.
The thin hope swings in the dark.
The pressure of life is like a sharp knife.
It breaks up my former dream.
People come and go on the street.
But Ican't find my own direction.
The trajectory of the No.35 bus
It's like the projection of my soul.
In the corner of this city, I am a lost soul.
Wandering between noise and loneliness.