The coldest morning
The dream finally dissipated, leaving behind my tears
It's like chasing a long journey
Finally came to a small town without people
If love can only watch the fire from the other side
The more true the dream is, the more cruel the wound is
Sometimes I admit to being by your side
In fact, it is also a kind of degradation
I think I'm your woman
Willing to be your substitute for love
You take the curtain call and I'll pick up the script
Live again the scar you gave me
I think I'm your woman
Even if we're from two worlds
I'd like to bet my life and look forward to your return
Smile at me
How can brow lock of leave hate
The coldest morning
The dream finally dissipated, leaving behind my tears
It's like chasing a long journey
Finally came to a small town without people
If love can only watch the fire from the other side
The more true the dream is, the more cruel the wound is
Sometimes I admit to being by your side
In fact, it is also a kind of degradation
I think I'm your woman
Be willing to be your stand in for love
You take the curtain call and I'll pick up the script
Live again the scar you gave me
I think I'm your woman
Even if we're from two worlds
I'd like to bet my life and look forward to your return
Smile at me
How can brow lock of leave hate
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