The cruel years still have the temperature, the incomplete demon "Godman", the poem that the demon spits out in his mouth, such as poison, if you love a person too much, you can only admit defeat from afar, you hold on to the happiness of not letting go, unrestrained and without trouble, look at me, and say, "This is the madness of your years, how can you not burn enough, even if you have the strength to love me, I will not move like a mountain, I am an iceberg of ice and snow, you can't fly, you will get frostbite and ruin miè." Break for love, blank for the road, empty for love.

Stumbling all the way, the sorrow of fate, the madness of the years, the ridiculous inner strength, trapped by love, blurred by love, shattered, no one can be sanctified, this delusion still refuses to break, the mad moon wakes up, rubs the rebellion, nods slightly, there is no good repentance, torn compassion, longing to fly, like the dream of the spring sea, "Where is my wine? Why do you remove my wine? This day is probably old and confused, how can this person never say that he will not listen, my wine?"

Note: The natural smoke voice, in one fell swoop, broke through the vulgarity of the philistine, with a flesh-and-blood past and a hard bone that is not afraid of utilitarianism, Yao Kejie, is back!2015 Yao Kejie Jack and Yao's first solo album [Facing the Sun] was officially released on July 10th. As for the first wave of the main attack, only by moving forward can we leave the side far behind. There will be a road when the thorns are split, and after midnight there will be sunshine, and what is the frustration, the difficulty is worth a few taels. Shut your mouth and you're done!

Words: Yao Kejie, Wu Junyi, music: Yao Kejie

The pulse, the faint beat, ignited the thoughts, and the heart of death could not be stopped. Longing tears, repent for you, with the last strength, this time we fly for ourselves!

You see me hiding in the corner, leaving behind my wishes, the warmest light, burning hard in an eternal moment, right where I should go back, in every heart, burning hard, right where I should go back.

At this juncture, let's go through, I refuse to forget, refuse to forget Baby, find every heart, on all the roads that have been. (To be continued......)