2022.01.18.
Mud
The last subway trainShoes drenched in the rain
Every well-dressed person is rushing towards someone's appointment
I pick a variety show
And sit on the sofa
I don't need any life mottos, neither do I need to chat with others
Listening to the sound of the crowd, going wu
Listening to the sound of traffic, going wu
You call me mud
Call me mud
Anyway, you cannot lift the veil in my heart one by one
Making me feel inferior and arrogant, as if it were a joke
You call me mud
Call me mud
Living in those humble struggles in reality
At least nobody has to judge on the way I live
It's still considered useful
Flowers growing in the mud
Hide under the soil
Let them take root silently amidst the neon signs and bustle around them
Someday,
one day,
They will shed off the dust and sand, and germinate after a heavy rain
Listening to the sound of the crowd, going wu
Listening to the sound of traffic, going wu
You call me mud
Call me mud
Anyway, you cannot lift the veil in my heart one by one
Making me feel inferior and arrogant, as if it were a joke
You call me mud
Call me mud
Living in those humble struggles in reality
At least nobody has to judge on the way I live
It's still considered useful
You call me mud
Call me mud
I also know the insignificance in front of those brilliance
It's better than putting on a mask and telling lies, quicksand is not like mud
Please call me mud
Call me mud
I'll embrace all the noise in the city at night
At least it's already great to live up to myself
Flowers bloom in the mud