Wang Sulong If you still don’t understand the lyrics, can you give me a copy?

If you still don’t understand

S-I-L-E-N-C-E I am so amazing

My friends around me recently call me Gabby

But what should I do about Gabby? Do you know how to say check it out first

I have no choice but to tell you this, please don’t laugh

If you don’t try, how can anyone be born with mercy?

Next, I expect someone will scream again

If you don’t understand anything, I’ll ask you to go out to the street corner

But I can smile, don’t think I’m proud

I just don’t want to frame myself as so small

If you stand on tiptoe and can’t forget your past

How will you face the next person?

< p>If this opportunity is not so right, there is no need to dwell on it

Even the most special taste buds in the brain are still wrong

I heard that you have said three times recently that others are hypocritical

I also know that the world will never be so bright

But at least you have not become a puppet being used

Please stick to yourself

If you still don’t understand, I won’t tolerate it anymore

In an era of chaotic reality, who can’t tell the difference between black and white

What else can we expect when strong emotions are surging

< p>The wonderful protagonist of the script has become a copycat

I can’t guess why

Is life too lonely

Or you don’t understand, don’t ask and pretend Silence

Look at me secretly

Do you have anything else to say

Is imitation too free and easy and too tempting

Say Let’s talk about some things that make me feel helpless

Why are some people’s thoughts so strange?

Is it because the name Silence makes you feel overwhelmed?

So You violated yourself and existed by pretending to be me

Secretly watching the outcome of your dice dice sieving

Secretly using clues to gain your advantage

If you still don’t understand, I won’t tolerate it any longer

In this era of chaotic reality, who can’t tell the difference between black and white

What else can we expect when strong emotions are surging

The wonderful protagonist of the staged script has become a copycat

Who can see through the harsh and dazzling outline of the fictional loneliness

The mood changes subtly and even the expression is silent

Can I not do it? Let’s take another look at the vanity and abjection

The world is inherently indifferent and there is nothing else to say

Take a look, is it complete?