Anyone can write a poem or a word about football for me.

Singing solo behind closed doors is full of spring.

The song is full of pride,

Germany and Brazil do their best.

The beautiful flowers in the secret room moved to the hospital,

The door was open when the branches fell.

Die before your ambition is rewarded,

Nine bullets went into the hole and said nothing.

Crusaders are on the rise,

This handsome man walks like a lamp.

Bet on fake black whistle,

Hundreds of millions of fans burst into tears.

Bureaucrats protect themselves,

Cut off the foundation, empty delusion.

Magic players don't work hard,

Football in China is all square.