The moonlight borrowed from the script falls into Xinjiang's sandstorm

The light on the Happy Boys' stage can't brighten the scars of the phonograph

The words"You'll never be famous"pierce through the years like a thorn

Silently put away the dream of music turn around and hold the script down

The backlight on the spotlight stage is branded with a perfunctory scab

Four hours of late -night dancing practice can't rival the words about slacking off

The helplessness of the video call becomes idle talk of a stand -in

In the car rides to and from the film crew every breath is hoarse

Hell is empty and devils are on earth

Build a cliff with gossips and push the true heart off the cliff

He swallows all the bitterness into his heart and hides his progress between his brows

But he can't fight against the baseless prejudice and the spread of malice

The elegance in the costume drama and the struggle behind the stage play

The snowflakes at the Spring Festival Gala's sub -venue fall on the unannounced concerns

The shooting of the long -night scene just ends but life suddenly stops

Those unspoken words become an eternal time difference

Hell is empty and devils are on earth

Pile up a peak with speculations and trample tenderness underfoot

He takes challenges as training and turns misunderstandings into fulfillment

But he can't avoid the sudden rain of fate and the coldness of people's hearts

Who sees the sweat of his late -night dancing practice Who hears his longing for the dream

Who cares about his clumsy bravery Who remembers his clear eyes

Malice always comes before understanding and silence is judged as a crime

It turns out that the darkest darkness hides among the noisy crowd

Hell is empty and devils are on earth

The moonlight shatters into regrets all over the ground and there's only a sigh in the wind

He walks towards the eternal good -night with unfulfilled expectations

Leaving the world looking back full of sighs and heartaches