"Trash Can" Lyrics and Music: Tan Jiexi Gua Gua Gua Gua Gua [br/] Sitting in front of the computer at night, Gua Gua Gua Gua Gua, playing games, Gua Gua Gua Gua, listening to music, Gua Gua Gua Gua Gua, how could there be a wrong rhythm? Gua Gua Gua Gua Gua. It turns out it is My stomach is singing croak croak. It’s only when I’m hungry that I think of the leftover dishes for dinner. [br/] Why are the vegetables and soup in the rice bowl not packed? I can’t finish them anyway. I want to make a trash can and put everything in my mouth. When everyone has finished eating, the table has not yet been cleared. Open the lid of the bucket and start it again. I am a trash can at the dinner table. I am not afraid of others making fun of me. On the day of hoeing, sweat dripped from the soil at noon. This is what I learned in the Chinese language class in the first grade of elementary school. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. I was so full. I looked at everything on the table and tasted it. I wanted to pack it up, but it was a long night. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a late-night snack when you are croaking? Waiter, please help me pack it. I only think of the leftover dishes for dinner when I’m hungry. Why are the vegetables and soup in the rice bowl not packed? I can’t finish it anyway. I want to make one. The garbage can eat up all the vegetables and meat. Even if you can eat it, it is actually very wasteful. Everything is a treasure. In fact, it is very fashionable. The farmer uncles work hard in spring, sowing seeds in autumn, and then harvesting grain in autumn. Whenever you cry out from hunger, money can not satisfy you and you still have a full stomach. Guagua oops oops, whether it’s bread or instant noodles, as long as it can fill your stomach, when you croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak”. There are more people standing than sitting in the small bus. Some people like to stand while others give up their seats. In the big auditorium, there are more people in a daze than listening. I wonder what these people are thinking. In the New Oriental cram school class