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The night was cold on the edge of the cup, and the cigarette butts were piled up in small piles. The neon shakes broken lies, and the heart sinks at the bottom of the cup. Shadow listen to me regret, the brighter the city is, the lonelier it is. I still think of the way you left that year. The night cools by the cup’s edge, cigarette butts pile up in small heaps. The neon lights shatter lies, while my thoughts sink to the bottom of the cup. Shadows listen to my regrets; the brighter this city gets, the lonelier it becomes. I still remember how you looked when you left that year. Words Huang Junhua composer Huang Junhua singer Huang Junhua lyrics JunHua Huang composer JunHua Huang lyrics: the glass along the freezing night cold, cigarette butts on the desktop piled into a hill, the light outside the window lengthens the figure, like a period of unfinished old time, the TV silence reflects the empty sofa, the wine bottle tilts out half a sentence, the street lamp blinks and does not speak alone, accompany me, shadow is the only audience, listen to me turn regret into hoarse, neon light in the cup, shaking and breaking those lies that have not been finished, thoughts sink into the bottom of the cup and do not sprout, only shadow understands my struggle, the brighter the city is, the more lonely it is, whose youth has not been betrayed, the light of the third cigarette leaked from his fingers, and the soot falls on the faded shirt, think of that year the platform wind is crazy