Lyrics of Jenny's "you're late"

With roses, people rely on the railing, anxious, you look at both ends, silently watching passers-by, a trace of depression in the heart.

After time, it's hard for people to sit and stand. You look like wandering in the street. When you ask why you are late, your eyes are also confused.

Still looking around, envy you really have patience, waiting for her to appear.

Rose is not willing to endure more, the flowers in hand are in full bloom, withered, make you sad, how can the scattered flowers be sent.

With roses, people rely on the railing, anxious, you look at both ends, silently watching passers-by, a trace of depression in the heart.

After time, it's hard for people to sit and stand. You look like wandering in the street. When you ask why you are late, your eyes are also confused.

Still looking around, envy you really have patience, waiting for her to appear.

Rose is not willing to endure more, the flowers in hand are in full bloom, withered, make you sad, how can the scattered flowers be sent.

Rose is not willing to endure more, the flowers in hand are in full bloom, withered, make you sad, how can the scattered flowers be sent.