工作没了，人都走散了

工作没了，人都走散了

那你还要什么对得起自己的说法呢

我不是铁人，也不是一天造就天宇

看似乎 人与悲欢 之间的诺言都是编剧

那流浪 几十年都是会回来这里

那全世界 疯狂都是会失去多少个信心

还是一样逐渐的远去 和生产的悲欢离合

狂乱出窍 缘分不会被打扰 这就是世界

这就是流浪者之歌 的欲言又止

不能开窍什么 只要有被动的收入就够了

生活还是要继续 前进 前进

Work is gone, people are gone

Then what do you want to be worthy of your own?

I am not an iron man, nor a day to make Tianyu.

It seems that the promise between man and joy is a screenwriter.

That wandering will come back here for decades.

How much confidence will be lost in the world?

Still gradually far away and the joys and sorrows of production

Frenzy, fate will not be disturbed, this is the world.

This is the song of the wanderer.

Can't open anything, as long as there is passive income is enough.

Life still needs to move forward