Worried doubt
while the night is coming
My desire to reflect
But my mirror broke a thousand
Break a thousand
like flowers
I'm afraid a lot of beetles will land
I do not want
broken my stem is broken
I do not want
Only he
He's the only one in the heart
A place to be spoiled, a place to miss
A peaceful outpouring place
I don't know if it's like wet wood eaten by fire
The fire of suspicion is the fire of jealousy
The burning fire of longing
Oh wind tell
Jasmine in front of my house waiting for you
Only he
He's the only one in the heart
A place to be spoiled, a place to miss
A peaceful outpouring place
I don't know if it's like wet wood eaten by fire
The fire of suspicion is the fire of jealousy
The burning fire of longing
Oh wind tell
Jasmine in front of my house waiting for you
O wind, tell me that jasmine is waiting
