Walls can't keep so many ghosts

Live by luck

Not on the bus from Guiyang to Libo construction site isolation

Nor will they appear in the bland disaster reports of the state media.

But there is always one waiting for you

Encircled and suppressed from all directions, easily

destroy a waste

a lucky man

My enemy, am I weak?

Or you have a great miracle

deadly skin

Shining like a Nazi lampshade

It shines on you, and then strips other people's luck and hands and feet

As you said, good people are infected

Mustard seeds are saturated with poison

melted into a scream on the highway

No one can underestimate you

This meticulous care

But my enemy, please be careful

Walls can't keep so many ghosts

in their heartfelt weakness

will grow enduring perseverance

The thought of being tortured repeatedly is like cutting a knife and breaking water

When they gather again, they can make the river flow back