The lyrics of a Qing's "good squeeze, good squeeze"(a qiao hao ji hao ji ge ci )

From the beginning, I would imagine traveling alone

Collect different customs and human feelings in each place

I packed up

It's kind of magical

No one knows where I'm going

I don't fly

I want to feel who I am

Besides, I'm airsick

I don't want to mess with myself any more

Not to escape, but to have a good rest

I've been driving for so long, but I haven't escaped yet

So crowded, so crowded in the bus

So crowded, so crowded in the subway station

So crowded, so crowded in this city

Good squeeze, good squeeze

I lost myself

Get up early in the morning to go to school or work

What is the real self in a busy life

Then I think about who I'm going to eat with at noon

(you don't want to break it)

What's the difference between those passers-by

(I don't know what to write when I write so many songs)

They all call it the same

(in pursuit of what)

I don't want to be silent

I want to feel who I am

I want you to

You can hear the songs I wrote

What have you been through? What have you been crazy about

What's left

So crowded, so crowded in the bus

So crowded, so crowded in the subway station

So crowded, so crowded in this city

Good squeeze, good squeeze

I lost myself

So crowded, so crowded in the bus

So crowded, so crowded in the subway station

So crowded, so crowded in this city

Good squeeze, good squeeze

I lost myself

So crowded, so crowded in the bus

So crowded, so crowded in the subway station

So crowded, so crowded in this city

Good squeeze, good squeeze

I want to find myself

Chinese PinYin : A Qiao Hao Ji Hao Ji Ge Ci