游龙戏凤里的插曲
Newspapers read undone
On the cornor of the street
I'll go to memories of the place we left crying
In the day we never like try to make our way
I should have told you then
I'll be yours because you had pay it it's mine
I still can hide it it's been here for a while
And I can now believe you're here in front of me
But I can read you