Lyric

Shall I tell you a story？

A story about a boy tended to be happy

He lived in a town where he could

See many disappointed people

Cars were moving and then stopping

Only hope could power him up

If someone could have walked out the door

Brought him in the back of the trunk

In a white room

Where the sun shines on me

Where the moon comes through

What am I gonna do?

Beyond the no point of pain

Silent and perfect life

The virus slowly blows up

If there is no system of insurance

Who's going to beat up the government？

Stands for tax abuse forever

In a white room

Where the sun shines on me

Where the moon comes through

What am I gonna do?

Beyond the no point of pain

Silent and perfect life

It’s a bit chilly here

Hysterical and selfish

Laying the blame on others

No touch of feelings

In a white room

Where the sun shines on me

Where the moon comes through

What am I gonna do?

Beyond the no point of pain

Silent and perfect life

When I know where I’m going

Take me to the back of the trunk