Lyrics: Han Bing

Composer: Zhang Jiang

Walk in a hurry in the crowd.

Can't catch up with the first supply of house prices

The ideal is stuck in the evening rush hour.

Emotion and dazzling neon

Go crazy when you are in a good mood.

Add some onions to instant noodles

Creativity touched me.

There is a hole in the pocket.

Such jokes should be left to.

Relax when you are tired.

Happiness deserves respect.

Poor, happy, troublesome, crying is useless.

Sorrow is not worth summarizing.

Like salary, blowing in the wind.

Still believe that the future is in my hands.

Good luck has a soft spot for people who love to laugh.

Rush forward and listen to the breeze in your ear.

The beating of sympathy praises happiness.

Still believe that the future is in my hands.

Good luck is not indifference to persistence.

Not afraid of getting lost in the city sky.

Draw a smile and look at my stubborn dream

Instant noodles, add some onions and touch yourself creatively.

There is a hole in the pocket.

Such jokes should be left to.

Relax when you are tired.

Happiness deserves respect.

Poor, happy, troublesome, crying is useless.

Sorrow is not worth summarizing.

Like salary, blowing in the wind.

Still believe that the future is in my hands.

Good luck has a soft spot for people who love to laugh.

Rush forward and listen to the breeze in your ear.

The beating of sympathy praises happiness.

Still believe that the future is in my hands.

Good luck is not indifference to persistence.

Not afraid of getting lost in the city sky.

Draw a smile and look at my stubborn dream

Still believe that the future is in my hands.

Good luck has a soft spot for people who love to laugh.

Rush forward and listen to the breeze in your ear.

The beating of sympathy praises happiness.

Still believe that the future is in my hands.

Good luck is not indifference to persistence.

Not afraid of getting lost in the city sky.

Draw a smile and look at my stubborn dream