Lyrics of "third rate singer"(jia jia san liu ge shou ge ci )

I don't know when

I began to be influenced by the words of some people

They always make me sad, they make me sad

Let me never know how to go on

I always thought I would be blessed

But in their eyes, I became a third rate singer

They roughly divided music into three, six and nine grades

What kind of music is mature measured by money

There is always a most beautiful dream at the end of my world

The colors there are landscapes you will never see

You say I'm like a clown without profit

It's no use writing better

I compose ugliness and beauty in my ordinary life

I find the aftertaste of happiness in the moving choking

I gather their tears behind the pain

I tell every right and wrong between love and hate

I'm imagining the secrets of many stories

I don't know where to start or how to end

However, I became fascinated

It says a love song sung by a eunuch

I wonder what you're doing for

Is it to get people's attention

I admit my voice is a little bit special

But it doesn't mean I'm going to let you run wild all the time

If you don't like it, you can listen to other music

We don't seem to have a problem at all

Music is no longer a game to me

I see it as the path of my life

I just want to be myself during this time

Maybe I lost myself

I compose ugliness and beauty in my ordinary life

I find the aftertaste of happiness in the moving choking

I gather their tears behind the pain

I tell every right and wrong between love and hate

I compose ugliness and beauty in my ordinary life

I find the aftertaste of happiness in the moving choking

I gather their tears behind the pain

I tell every right and wrong between love and hate

Chinese PinYin : Jia Jia San Liu Ge Shou Ge Ci