Cockroaches whispered with each other with a straight face
The old-style bus was stuffy
The breeze was seeking the freedom inside the wall
Pilgrims torn their shirts with anger
Torn down the red posters
Rushed into the massage parlors and enjoyed the service
Metropolis never sleeps
Flower pavilion was full of poppies
Blow the quiet and messy dawn
The breakfast was burping in the lane
The groan of the steamed bun
Could be heard everyday
Each classic cave painting
was reflected on the wall of entertaining
Regardless of the time, it is a sacrifice eventually