Still tied to your shoulder Or actually waiting for me to give up Then the broken kite will fly straight to heaven I hope you can hold him tightly and show up these years Why should we worry about getting entangled again Find me a partner Find and leave your footprints to develop It's all because of your back that I'm forced to move forward Like a piece of silk pulling the road of picking up waste Knots in the throat, itchy I feel relieved for you. I feel sick when I smile I just want you to be good with your partner No gathering, no parting Just wait for you to be captured by another opponent Think green silk