Singer: Rice Fruit Roll
Composer: Weiwei loves meat.
Lyrics:
I often ask myself.
What is the meaning of life?
Open and close your eyes.
It seems to be RMB all my life.
At my age.
Don't tell me anything big.
And don't talk to me about ideals.
Making money is the last word.
In a blink of an eye, half-life passed.
Touch your pocket. There's not much left.
It's not that you don't work hard.
There is always a lack of luck to get rich.
Be on the verge of old age
My heart is actually getting more and more anxious.
I just hate that I don't have that life.
No money, no hope.
I often ask myself.
What is the meaning of life?
Open and close your eyes.
It seems to be RMB all my life.
At my age.
Don't tell me anything big.
And don't talk to me about ideals.
Making money is the last word.
In a blink of an eye, half-life passed.
Touch your pocket. There's not much left.
It's not that you don't work hard.
There is always a lack of luck to get rich.
Be on the verge of old age
My heart is actually getting more and more anxious.
I just hate that I don't have that life.
No money, no hope.