Lyrics of a woman and the bathroom by Angela Xie

See the fresh dry steam mirror clearly

The free life that you finally get is just around the corner

Apply the face with the mask to drink Gin and Korean dramas to overpower.

Lavender purple fragrance point for a long time

It doesn't matter if he doesn't like Florence. It's too sweet

Next time I will have lunch in the city building

No matter how single you are, your life and chores are different

No one asked me to store half an apple pie

Like two people still have a promise

Leaving office to get married

No more being controlled all day long because of mutual understanding

The world is not small

Give up the diamond ring and let me redeem my life

I'll go with one hundred cream.

It's up to me to have a dream or shower. No one's sharing it

Lotus seed is nourishing me

I used to look forward to the night when there was no partner to destroy the peace

In space, the contradiction of love reverberates again

He got relief from leaving. Why did he hurt himself

I feel sad when I am with you

Longing for solitude, why do I want to find someone again at this moment

One day I don't want to cook, I don't need to cook to heat some okra

It's like filing a tax return or getting a dry cleaner

More beautiful when you stand on your own

Once a total of a razor is very romantic crowded to share a few meters

There have been seasons when the sky near the meteorite has been broadcast

I'll go with one hundred cream.

It's up to me to have a dream or shower. No one's sharing it

Lotus seed is nourishing me

I used to look forward to the night when there was no partner to destroy the peace

In space, the contradiction of love reverberates again

He got relief from leaving. Why did he hurt himself

Divided the day said no effect

Another day I feel sad again

Early loss of direction

Midnight dressing room

I remember that I need maintenance

Once tense face

It turns out that it's not because of loneliness

But pretending to be happy is a bit far fetched

The window at the head of the bed always sees the moon and asks who wants to share it

I know love is mixed

If you are honest at this moment

I don't want to be with anyone

Fear of loneliness

How can I think at this moment

Who do you live with