Tank

Tank - Sheng huan zhe

sheng huan zhe xi yang ba wo lian jia zhuo shang zhan zai fei xu zhong yang chi luo de jiao you xie tang wo men wan shen bi guo sheng lang yue guo jing ji man huang e tou que bei cao gua shang yuan fang jiu hu zao yi li san wo men ji xu liu lang hui bu qu tong nian yao lan quan kao yan lei liu guo xiong tang di luo ji ke tu rang zi yang zhe huang fei de tian tang *wo men fu zhe bian ti lin shang shi jie na me huang liang na li ke yi liao shang yao ba guo qu qin shou pei zang nan mian yao ba shou nong zang wo #shui bu shou shang shui de guo wang bu ceng you yi han shui dou bei zhe hui yi yong gan de tao wang tian hai mei an kuai le tiao san wo men dou gai zhe yang ran hou jiao ao kong jiang sheng cun de di fang di yi ci bei yan huo tang shang di yi ci bei dan zhu ge shang di yi ci tong dao wok u de bu cheng ren yang di yi ci bei peng you zhong shang di yi ci bei lian ren bei pan di yi ci rang ji mo de ci zha wo de xin zang chen ai fu gai wo men jian shang yue liang bu zai ming liang wo men ping tong kong fa liang wo men yi jiu tan wan jue jiang bu pa ke gu de shang wa li zhong fang si ge chang tou po xue liu na you zen yang shang ba gou cheng tu an gua zai xiong kou dang xun zhang lin hun yao kao zi ji song bang tao chu le shou shu fang zui yu fa xie cheng le yue zhang repeat * repeat # yin wei shou shang suo yi xin shang shang kou de piao liang gan xie mei zhong chuang shang bi wo men cheng zhang xin hai mei an xiang xin lei guang hui gei wo men li liang ran hou yao jin ya guan huan nan zhong sheng huan

Survivor The setting sun burns my cheeks as I stand in the midst of the ruins My bare feet feel a little hot We duck to avoid the sound waves, traversing the thorny wilderness But instead the grasses scrape at our foreheads Our chances of help have long since left, but we continue to wander Unable to return to the cradle of youth We rely on the tears that flow past our chests to fall on the parched earth Nurturing this wasted heaven *We clutch the wounds covering our entire bodies The world is so desolate, where can we go to heal our wounds? In order to completely bury the past, we can’t avoid getting our hands dirty #Who doesn’t get hurt? Who doesn’t have past regrets? Everyone’s turned their back on their memories, bravely on the run The sky isn’t dark yet. We should all be like that, happily parachuting Proudly drifting down to the land of life The first time being burned by fireworks, the first time being wounded by bombs The first time crying so hard you looked like a baby The first time being hurt by a friend, the first time being betrayed by a lover The first time letting the thorns of loneliness pierce through my heart Dust covers our shoulders, the moon no longer shines The only light comes from the glint of our eyes We still like to play, we’re still stubborn, unafraid of everlasting wounds Freely singing in the midst of the rubble So what if our foreheads are freely bleeding? The scars form an pattern, Hanging on our chests like a medal of honor Only you can unbind the restraints on your soul, escaping from the surgery room Writing crime and punishment into a musical movement repeat * repeat # Because we get hurt, we admire the beauty of our wounds We’re thankful for every wound that forces us to grow Our hearts aren’t dark yet, we believe our tears will give us strength And then we grit our teeth and continuing surviving in the face of adversity