We shouted slogans. I will keep my word. On this road, there are joys and sorrows. Some people run away, others go away.

Suddenly I found that the picture in my dream never changed. In the blink of an eye, I said goodbye to you and was crowned.

Needless to guess, with new clothes, how can the party be said to be over?

I want to go from the south to the future and lead the next era with my dead blood. In the next era, I will speed up.

The cards in my hand are not allowed to fail, pass, my hand, flame.

I got goose bumps when Bridget sang "Don't guess how the party broke up with new clothes". This kind of egg with the title of the song inserted into the poem is a consistent way of paying tribute, and it also makes people feel mentally addicted.