Lyrics of "Mom, me" by Pu Shu(pu shu ma ma wo ge ci )

I don't know why not

I don't know what I miss

I have nothing to do but grow old every day here

I had a lot of wine last night

Hear my life burn

It's burning like this

It's like it's going to burn out

In this world

What do I do

I asked myself what I could do

Mom, I feel sick

In their world

Life is so old

It makes me unhappy

I'm tired of living

But I don't want to die

They are so hard

Let me hit him head and neck

They are trams

Commute between factory and kitchen all day

They care about food, they care about television

They all have nothing to do

I'm sorry to see them

The flow of people to and from work

In the vegetable market

On the sidewalk

They all walked indifferently

Mom, you're in there

You have no expression

You're old and gray

Mom, I feel sick

In their world

Life is so old

It makes me unhappy

I'm tired of living

I don't want to die

They are so hard

Let me hit him in the head

Mom is the life you gave me

I've thrown him up in a mess

I feel sick. I feel sick

Are they or are we all crazy

Mom, I feel sick

In their world

Life is so old

It makes me unhappy

I'm tired of living

But I don't want to die

They are so hard

Let me hit him let me hit him

I feel sick

In their world

Life is so old

It makes me unhappy

I'm tired of living

But I don't want to die

They are so hard

Let me hit him let me hit him

Let me hit him head and neck

Do you know?

I'm gold. I want to shine

Chinese PinYin : Pu Shu Ma Ma Wo Ge Ci