The passengers on the MRT are close to each other
There are many single people. I'm just one of them
There are people who just got off work, who are in a hurry to make an appointment, who have nothing to do
Red, white, green, gold, yellow, blue
Am I the least happy of them
Am I an ordinary person in the crowd
Oh no
Lovers are like bus stops one by one
One gets on and one gets off
There are men and women, bad ones, good ones, new ones and old ones
At first, they are all familiar with love
Later, it all broke up
Are you the only one of them
Do I have no choice but to love you
Where did you get off the bus
Where do you go? You don't love me anymore
I'm still on this bus
Where should I forget you
We're all passengers, one by one
There are many shoulder wipers
You're just one of them
There are just married, just in love, just lovelorn
Like you, not like you
None of them belong to me
Oh no oh no oh no
People get on, people get off
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