All-in
Withered vines, old trees, crows,
Burst the order and go home.
Bricklaying for a year, all-in,
Lose the pants in one hand.
The sun sets in the west,
The typhoon is a bit big.
Withered vines, old trees, crows,
Burst the order and go home.
Bricklaying for a year, all-in,
Lose the pants in one hand.
The sun sets in the west,
The typhoon is a bit big.

