I've described it as a kind of projectile vomiting, a torrent of ideas, of characters, of voices, of verses, couplets, entire songs almost formed whole, materialized in front of me as if they'd been bottled up inside me for many, many years.
灵感、人物、声音、主段、副歌如泉涌出， 整首歌如同在我体内封存许久后， 于我眼前蔚然成形。 当时我先写下一连串认识的人名， 然后他们宛如戏说从头， 诉说自己的身分、职业、