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What are the lyrics of You Are Not Really Happy?

You're not really happy.

Lyrics: A Xin

Composer: A Xin

Singer: Mayday

Lyrics:

You just want to be transparent.

You will never dream, ache or have a heartbeat again.

You've decided.

You've decided.

You suffer silently.

Hold yesterday tightly in your fist.

The sweeter the memories.

It only hurts more.

The more you leave a deep and shallow knife mark on your palm.

You're not really happy.

Your smile is just the protective color you wear.

You decided not to hate it.

Also decided not to love.

Lock your soul in a locked body forever.

The world smiled.

So you laughed together.

When survival becomes the rule

Not your choice.

So you walked forward with tears in your eyes.

You're not really happy.

Your smile is just the protective color you wear.

You decided not to hate it.

Also decided not to love.

Lock your soul in a locked body forever.

You're not really happy.

Your wound will never heal completely.

I stand on your left.

But it's like crossing the Milky Way.

Will you really regret it until you are old?

Then I regret it.

You're not really happy.

Your smile is just the protective color you wear.

You decided not to hate it.

Also decided not to love.

Lock your soul in a locked body forever.

You're not really happy.

Your wound will never heal completely.

I stand on your left.

But it's like crossing the Milky Way.

Will you really regret it until you are old?

You deserve real happiness.

You should take off your protective color.

Why did you lose it?

And be punished

Can we just let the sadness end at this moment?

Start a new life

Appreciation of Song Dynasty:

Mayday's No.7 work "Poetry after Adolescence" is the most wonderful first wave of healing theme song "You are not really happy". From the first note of the string prelude that shocked the soul, the listener is easily intoxicated and inhaled into an inner vortex that belongs only to himself, and involuntarily falls into a cold-blooded back that has been suppressed for too long, and falls into a story that belongs only to himself.