"November 3rd, Night" other three songs

"Sowing Season"

You hurried around behind me, the sun was shining

A pocket is a knife, always a knife

Is it a clerical error, the thing that comes to mind, there is papaya

The sun and the rain, the wind swept up the fallen leaves, and the past was blown into the distance

A couple of sad people, downstairs

To play chess, you can cut the fish into cubes and put some salt and vinegar

Gangnam is right outside the window, with a drizzle, a breeze and a few birds

I jumped lightly, life, why be so serious

I'm going out in the afternoon, and someone is on a blind date, remember to say

"Thank you, you guys really deserve it" on the road

Is it you who got hurt, what's wrong, sad

How deep is the wound, I'm not a doctor, you use a branch

Write the pain in the mud, just when the weather is getting warmer

It was planting season

November 6th, Untitled

Your coffee is still too sweet, like your back

"If you don't like it, don't look at it" is the original saying, and I will take it as a lie

The rain swayed, and he still didn't quit drinking, and the alcohol pribed his nerves

He is fat, neurotic, and angry is frequent

"Has he changed" I haven't changed, I'm trying to stay the same

What can it become, a tea set, a rose or a TV remote control

These are the afterwords, which can be used as metaphors

I feel like I can give you the starry sky, just like now

You lie on the floor with your eyes on the sky

Listening to the rolling music, someone wants to end it all

He pulled out a pistol in the rain and only needed one bullet

Clean, fast, what are you hesitating about?

An imaginary lion walks on my chest

And bury the bones of memory......

"Information Age"

Gently, this is a verb, be careful to grasp

Okay, I still understand "love",

With a few dictionaries or a keyboard, times are different

Put the soul on the screen and left-click

Poetic on the E disk, where there are beasts and songs

Don't get me wrong, I have a light on my forehead

The hand tested the pulse, and the "Theory of Traditional Chinese Medicine" fell to the ground

Blown by the wind again, I let go of all the words

Let them run, step over my chest

On the grass, I rarely look at the grass, I look at the sky,

The moon is really talking, and the lights are all gone

Chat, open a few windows, weird names

And imaginary sex, hi, play the game

The memories are put into the recycle bin and deleted......

November 3rd, Evening

As soon as the night is deep, people are quiet

quieter than the willows on the other side of the bridge,

I quietly carried the end of a coin and watched the autumn grow old

You have never been able to forgive, a man who trembles in the wind

I look at you, standing under a tree

The tears shed are the taste of memories, can you go

You stand in the distance for a moment in my memory

Tonight, my dreams fell to the ground, and the moonlight pushed the window past

All I had left in my heart was the road, the lights, and a flock of rice

Don't you think, you say a lifetime is still too long......

At eight o'clock, make a call to my friend's friend,

Tell him that tomorrow will be good and getting better and better