Anita Mui's Lyrics

Made at 11 ℃

Dark purple clothes were once your favorite

To be strong is to be beautiful

The awarding venue looks for you and him

I feel abstract at the moment

She's finally on the stage for you to present

The cool taste of champagne

She makes you laugh with her flying manner

Give alms to share with me

How far fetched you are to me

Ignore my understanding

It used to be hard to see that you were moody

The original temporary change object

You forget my dream of falling in love with her

It's up to you to judge whether it's right or wrong

I'll wait for the final victory

I'm going to greet you with a smile

Make every tear noble

At last, I met my rival in love, and I tried my best to defeat him

Pretending to congratulate my rival, I'm actually negative

Today is not the enemy of love

He's afraid of you, and he's powerless. He's both rivals

He's afraid of you, and he's powerless. He's both rivals