幻象波普星

She is so gloomy
Sealing to the equinoctial week
Seeking for truth and temptation
He is mysterious
Thinking himself the visitor of the phantom pop star

All the youthful passer-by
Intoxicated with the color of ocean
In the gorgeous age
Singing sad songs for keeping pure soul

He is wise
Keep silence in the noisy music world
I am going mad
Sitting noiseless in situ
stared at the phantom injected by people

All the youthful passer-by
Amazed by the vast of the space
Flowing in the umbilical cord of exploring
Waiting for the coming reform

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她郁闷透了
启程去彼岸
寻找真理与诱惑
他神秘莫测
自认为是幻像波普星的来客

所有年轻的过客
都陶醉于海洋的颜色
在幸福的时代里
万能著青年的悲歌

他已然看破
在狂妄大声的音乐世界中选择沉默
我快要疯了
无声的坐在原地凝视著幻想被人们注射

所有年轻的过客
都赞叹太空的辽阔
流淌在探索的脐带里
等待着下一个变革