LU1 the man who cuts the air(hua po qi liu de ren ge ci )

Step by step, he walked alone

Doubting that it was his own to turn off the stars

Step by step, he walked aloof

Suspicion blindfolded is his own

Give up too much, forget too much

It cuts through the air

There are too many in front and too many in back

Walking in the night

Step by step, he walked alone

He doubted that he was the one who closed his hand

Step by step, he walked aloof

Suspicion blindfolded is his own hand

Give up too much, forget too much

Where are the people who cut the air flow

There are too many in front and too many in back

Where are the people walking at night

［verse 1］

People who come here, if someone asks him

What did he give up and what is growth

He said, he said, take away the time, tick, tick

Growth is a murder weapon, murdering the courage not afraid to lose

The burden is heavier and heavier, and the responsibility lies in the luggage

Indecisive choice means no longer light

To move on, he began to hesitate

Or start over, can't put down to discard

In the air of time, people are running

Quarreling, disturbing, looking for a shortcut

The ideal and reality of drifting with the tide I've made clear

The misaligned drawings gradually staggered

There are too many memories and too many regrets

Where are the people who cut the air flow

Too much suspicion, too much exclusion

Where are the people walking at night

［chorus］x2

Step by step, he walked alone

Doubting that closing the stars is his own hand

Step by step, he walked aloof

Suspicion blindfolded is his own hand

Give up too much, forget too much

Where are the people who cut the air flow

There are too many in front and too many in back

Where are the people walking at night

［verse 2］

Thinking and staying for a long time about the past

Speaking of is, think of is, name and sorrow

What can I tell you about the healing experience

Silence and reticence are his protective colors

Age is a sedative. He takes medicine regularly

Alcohol is the poison of sensibility and worry

He swallowed the fire and got into the whirlpool

It drowns me bound by age

The depth of color or the distance of something

It's getting fuzzy

The depth of color or the distance of something

It's getting fuzzy

Too much hard to say, too much hard to read

Where are the people who cut the air flow

It's hard to avoid too much. There's too much to say politely

Where are the people walking at night

［chorus］x2

Step by step, he walked alone

Doubting that closing the stars is his own hand

Step by step, he walked aloof

Suspicion blindfolded is his own hand

Give up too much, forget too much

Where are the people who cut the air flow

There are too many in front and too many in back

Where are the people walking at night

Step by step, he walked alone

Doubting that closing the stars is his own hand

Step by step, he walked aloof

Suspicion blindfolded is his own hand

Give up too much, forget too much

Where are the people who cut the air flow

There are too many in front and too many in back

Where are the people walking at night

Step by step, he walked alone

Step by step, he walked aloof

Give up too much, forget too much

Where are the people who cut the air flow

There are too many in front and too many in back

Where are the people walking at night

Chinese PinYin : Hua Po Qi Liu De Ren Ge Ci