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Priscilla Chan - Black Street

Children in the Black Street,

I love here every night,

Glass bottles,

Empty jars,

Wildfire burns away regrets,

In the dark zero hours,

Forges happy days.

In the commotion,

Burn the newspaper,

Write the definition of commotion.

Ignore the society,

I don’t know the world,

No matter what happens,

(never want to read the text) will not give any advice,

will not stop it,

the most disgusting thing is to find that the night has come to an end. .

(Look at me) A fierce fight,

I am not afraid of being captured

(Look at me) The police are talking nonsense,

It’s all a joke

(Listen to me) Too much youth,

Burn it until it’s gone.

(Every night) Breathe this in,

Let sweet dreams borrow for a while.

Hiding in the truck (every night),

Being shot by the bright moon.

(Not Regret) Full of youth,

Never look back at last night.

Beside the dark street wall,

Exposing cold eyes

Do you know that this country,

takes over the dark alleys,

if people pass by this place in the middle of the night,

shrink in silence,

Don't look around,

Don't want to be tied up

Don't want the dawn,

Ideals wander around every night,

(Evening wind accompanies Wandering) Immortal evil party,

Immortal eyes are most disgusted with looking at destiny prescriptions.

(Look at me). Fight fiercely,

Be captured Don’t be afraid,

(Look at me) The police are talking nonsense,

It’s all a joke,

(Listen to me) You are too young,

Burn until it’s gone.

Breathe these in (every night),

Let sweet dreams take a break.

(Every night) Hiding in a truck,

Being shot by the bright moon.

(No regrets) Youth is full,

Never look back at last night

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(Look at me). Fighting fiercely,

Not afraid of being captured,

(Look at me) The police are talking nonsense,

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It’s all a joke,

(Listen to me) You have too much youth,

Let it burn until it’s gone.

(Every night )Breathe these,

Let sweet dreams borrow for a while.

Hiding in the truck (every night),

Being penetrated by the bright moon.

(No regrets) Full of youth,

Never look back at last night.

(Look at me). Fight fiercely,

Be I'm not afraid of being captured,

(Look at me) The police are talking nonsense,

It's all a joke,

(Listen to me) You have too much youth,

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Burn until it’s gone.

Breathe these in (every night),

Let sweet dreams take a break.

(Every night) Hidden in a truck at night, I was picked up by the bright moon. Thank you.