College student cafeteria song lyrics, school canteen lyrics

Is it really cruel to eat?

Who makes hunger always unbearable.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to.

No eating, no drinking, no money.

Are all steamed buns cold?

Or Hanamaki is the hardest.

Or maybe you can eat the rice.

There is sand in three mouthfuls and five mouthfuls.

One step further is the chef.

One step further is the sea of people.

I don't have much money, my belly is very Russian, and my heart is not stable.

One dish is difficult for one person.

The food I've been waiting for hasn't come yet.

The pink skin I was waiting for hasn't come yet.

The potatoes and green peppers are gone.

The rest of the dish tastes noy.

If I rush out to eat.

I can't come back if I stand still.

The lunch box is slowly filled, killing in and out.

My seat is no longer available.

One wave has not yet subsided, and another wave has invaded.

Flies and mosquitoes come together to attack.

A meal passed like this, a little painful memory.

I cried from the bottom of my heart one by one.

Deeply saddened by the school cafeteria.

Is it really cruel to eat?

Who makes hunger always unbearable.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to.

No eating, no drinking, no money.

One step further is the chef.

One step further is the sea of people.

I don't have much money, my belly is very Russian, and my heart is not stable.

One dish is difficult for one person.

If I rush out to eat.

I can't come back if I stand still.

The lunch box is slowly filled, killing in and out.

My seat is no longer available.

One wave has not yet subsided, and another wave has invaded.

Flies and mosquitoes come together to attack.

A meal passed like this, a little painful memory.

I cried from the bottom of my heart one by one.

Deeply saddened by the school cafeteria.

In fact, it's called University Cafeteria Qu and you can search it directly by searching for it.

What do you mean? But share resources! Thank you.

Your hands, trembling weakly, only a few pieces of meat, fell into the hands of people, the queue was too long, squeezed into two rows, who was at the end of the queue cold despair, I approached, brushed the window of the meal card, the remaining few dishes, cooled by the wind, dreamed in the kitchen, turned into a wisp of incense, drifted to the playground outside the window with the wind.

Cauliflower residues, sauerkraut soup, overnight steamed buns have been yellowed, ** people are broken, my mind is gradually dying, living expenses, unchanged, and I owe day by day, leaving me alone in the bedroom instant noodles.

After class, grab food, the footsteps are crazy, on the narrow aisle, dirty and messy, sad porridge, half of water and rice, afraid that you will run out of money and still be hungry and panic.

Whose fried rice has not been eaten yet, the tattered bowl noodles, there is no oil and salt, the lights are slightly bright, there are cockroaches everywhere, and there are cobwebs on the cool panel.

Cauliflower residues, ....Leave me alone in the dormitory instant noodles. ）