The streets are still brightly lit
Your figure is emerging again
Miss began to spread
Maybe it's loneliness
The moment I let go of my hand
It's like a kite broke its line
What's left of you is warmth
How many more nights
I'm used to walking into that women's street
The street you walk along
Into the familiar past, romantic plot
Love breaks in the palm
The woman has got used to the street
The street you walk along
Withered memories swaying in the wind
Who can understand the pain in the heart
The moment I let go of my hand
It's like a kite broke its line
What's left of you is warmth
How many more nights
I'm used to walking into that women's street
The street you walk along
Into the familiar past, romantic plot
Love breaks in the palm
I'm used to walking into that women's street
The street you walk along
Withered memories swaying in the wind
Who can understand the pain in the heart
I'm used to walking into that women's street
The street you walk along
Into the familiar past, romantic plot
Love breaks in the palm
I'm used to walking into that women's street
The street you walk along
Withered memories swaying in the wind
Who can understand the pain in the heart
Who can understand the pain in the heart
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