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Event : The Treasured Voice Season 6
May 2, 2025
Song :野人 Wild Man
Credit : douyin account, Thank you.
Lyrics
I didn't choose to enter the village,
so the mountain is
the only place I am.
The lonely star and the dark fire follow me.
This
is the life I choose.
I want to
cross the clear river again
To pick the fruits I sow with
my own hands.
They say,
They say,
It's the life you choose.
I hide in the mountain and watch the fireworks,
Watching the rotting mud,
And no need for the world's hands
To help me bloom anymore.
The buds all over the field
Can also endure loneliness.
Why are they so like me?
I hide in the mountain and watch the fireworks, Watching the rotting mud, And no need for the world's hands
To help me bloom anymore.
The buds all over the field can also endure loneliness.
Why are they so like me?
I hide in the mountain and watch the fireworks, Watching the rotting mud, And no need for the world's hands
To help me bloom anymore.
The buds all over the field can also endure loneliness.
Why are they so like me?
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Event : The Treasured Voice Season 6
May 2, 2025
Song :野人 Wild Man
Credit : douyin account, Thank you.
Lyrics
I didn't choose to enter the village,
so the mountain is
the only place I am.
The lonely star and the dark fire follow me.
This
is the life I choose.
I want to
cross the clear river again
To pick the fruits I sow with
my own hands.
They say,
They say,
It's the life you choose.
I hide in the mountain and watch the fireworks,
Watching the rotting mud,
And no need for the world's hands
To help me bloom anymore.
The buds all over the field
Can also endure loneliness.
Why are they so like me?
I hide in the mountain and watch the fireworks, Watching the rotting mud, And no need for the world's hands
To help me bloom anymore.
The buds all over the field can also endure loneliness.
Why are they so like me?
I hide in the mountain and watch the fireworks, Watching the rotting mud, And no need for the world's hands
To help me bloom anymore.
The buds all over the field can also endure loneliness.
Why are they so like me?