in the morning or in the evening ,
you have nothing ,
you have everything
, you are drunk, and you
sigh that this is life .
You don’t want to cater to changes
. You don’t want to give up your dignity. You
believe in the guitar in your hand
. You
will be wandering
You want to go back to the past life
You don't want to be so mediocre
You believe that music can make your dreams come true
You believe that ballads are the most touching touching
This is the golden age of ballads
This is your struggle
This is a simple dialect String
This is a cigarette lit in the morning
This is a man with deep eyes
This is the most bland story
This is an era that cannot go back
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