In the next half year Only love yourself Although I'm not used to it Limited after all Just pass From this minute Between spring breeze and autumn rain Let me give you half a year Slowly fade Pay off the bill Calmly reduce your enthusiasm A little sad every day This hundred and ten nights Probably enough for me Send me back to hell and back to earth Break up in spring I will get used to it in autumn When the bitterness is washed away, it will fade