Po Jian
rúguǒ zài èmèng zhōng zhēng yǎn
zhímiànzhe cánrěn de shìjiè
fēng bō dòngle shéi de xīnxián
liúliàn què láibují gàobié
rúguǒ jiéjú jǐn shèng cǎnliè
wú jù zài nìfēng zhōng pò jiǎn
jiùsuàn nà yǔyì bèi sī liè
chóng huí dào shíjiǔ céng shēnyuān
qiān nǐ shǒu wǎng qián zǒu
hēiyè báizhòu bù tíngliú
niǎnzhuǎn shíkōng
huì cuòshāng huì xīntòng
yīrán fènyǒng qù zhàndòu
cái jiào yīngxióng
táitóu luàn yǔ zhàn bùxiū
huíshǒu nǐ zài wǒ zuǒyòu
jíkuì mìngyùn de zǔzhòu
ràng gùshì bùxiǔ
wǔ hún zài fàngsì kuáng yǒng
shǒuhù nǐ yī qiāng gū yǒng
nǎpà wèilái rú hóngliú
yě bùcéng tuì hòu
rúguǒ zài èmèng zhōng zhēng yǎn
zhímiànzhe cánrěn de shìjiè
fēng bō dòngle shéi de xīnxián
liúliàn què láibují gàobié
rúguǒ jiéjú jǐn shèng cǎnliè
wú jù zài nìfēng zhōng pò jiǎn
jiùsuàn nà yǔyì bèi sī liè
chóng huí dào shíjiǔ céng shēnyuān
qiān nǐ shǒu wǎng qián zǒu
hēiyè báizhòu bù tíngliú
niǎnzhuǎn shíkōng
huì cuòshāng huì xīntòng
yīrán fènyǒng qù zhàndòu
cái jiào yīngxióng
táitóu luàn yǔ zhàn bùxiū
huíshǒu nǐ zài wǒ zuǒyòu
jíkuì mìngyùn de zǔzhòu
ràng gùshì bùxiǔ
wǔ hún zài fàngsì kuáng yǒng
shǒuhù nǐ yī qiāng gū yǒng
nǎpà wèilái rú hóngliú
yě bùcéng tuì hòu
dāng xiànshí wú lù kě táo
juéwàng jiāng xīwàng chánrào
yě yījiù wúsuǒwèi de xiào
yòu chuí hù zuǒshǒu de cǎo
shuāngshēng de lièyàn chū qiào
jué chù féng shēng jiàn zhāo chāi zhāo
táitóu luàn yǔ zhàn bùxiū
huíshǒu nǐ zài wǒ zuǒyòu
jíkuì mìngyùn de zǔzhòu
ràng gùshì bùxiǔ
wǔ hún zài fàngsì kuáng yǒng
shǒuhù nǐ yī qiāng gū yǒng
nǎpà wèilái rú hóngliú
yě bùcéng tuì hòu
dāng xiànshí wú lù kě táo
juéwàng jiāng xīwàng chánrào
yě yījiù wúsuǒwèi de xiào
yòu chuí hù zuǒshǒu de cǎo
shuāngshēng de lièyàn chū qiào
jué chù féng shēng jiàn zhāo chāi zhāo
yě bùcéng tuì hòu
Breaking the Formation
If in a dream, eyes are fighting
Interpreting the world with a sense of guilt
The wind has moved someone's heart
The flow is endless, but the separation is not far away
If the end is close to the damage
No sentence in the mud is broken
Even if that meaning is dead
Returning to the deep nineteen
Before you go forward
Black night, white day, never stop flowing
Turning time
Will hurt and hurt
Still fighting to resist
Only then can you be a hero
Raise your head and fight endlessly
Hold your hand on my left and right
Regret the fate of the ancestors
Let the story not end
Five souls are released, crazy and brave
Protect you with a spear and bow
Don't be afraid of the future like a red stream
Never retreat
If in a dream, eyes are fighting
Interpreting the world with a sense of guilt
The wind has moved someone's heart
The flow is endless, but the separation is not far away
If the end is close to the damage
No sentence in the mud is broken
Even if that meaning is dead
Returning to the deep nineteen
Before you go forward
Black night, white day, never stop flowing
Turning time
Will hurt and hurt
Still fighting to resist
Only then can you be a hero
Raise your head and fight endlessly
Hold your hand on my left and right
Regret the fate of the ancestors
Let the story not end
Five souls are released, crazy and brave
Protect you with a spear and bow
Don't be afraid of the future like a red stream
Never retreat
When there is no way to escape
Despair will be surrounded by hope
Also, there is a meaningless smile
Blowing the grass with the left hand
The double sound of the lie comes out of the gap
The decision to leave the wind and see the difference
Raise your head and fight endlessly
Hold your hand on my left and right
Regret the fate of the ancestors
Let the story not end
Five souls are released, crazy and brave
Protect you with a spear and bow
Don't be afraid of the future like a red stream
Never retreat
When there is no way to escape
Despair will be surrounded by hope
Also, there is a meaningless smile
Blowing the grass with the left hand
The double sound of the lie comes out of the gap
The decision to leave the wind and see the difference
Never retreat