Lyric

Someone quits music

Someone leaves the hometown

"Are you still playing the guitar?"

Watch out for the words

"Cause I have no other hobbies"

I look at the stairs that stumbled many times

I inhale that new air in the morning

I squeezed out as much as I could sigh I could sigh

Keep updating the upper limit

The lower limit should have already been dug up at night dug up at night

Quarter century life

And old right there will

Irritate me Nevertheless

Still playing the guitar

Cause there are still songs to write

I look at the stairs that stumbled many times

I inhale that new air in the morning

I squeezed out as much as I could sigh I could sigh

Keep updating the upper limit

The lower limit should have already been dug up at night dug up at night

I look at the stairs that stumbled many times

I inhale that new air in the morning

I squeezed out as much as I could sigh I could sigh

Keep updating the upper limit

The lower limit should have already been dug up at night dug up at night

I inhale that new air in the morning

I squeezed out as much as I could sigh I could sigh

Keep updating the upper limit

The lower limit should have already been dug up at night dug up at night