I kiss your hands so dear.
Your resting head can hear
A beating heart that only used to beat when you were near.
Now these little things we had are gone
silently I know its true.
A fog has settled in my warmth is getting colder I fear
But the heart you drew that day upon my windows so clear
But cant remain there.你算什么男人
Got nothing to say as she leaves
Her waiting for your call
Still love her but be too afraid to tell her that?
It's to late to look back
Let a better man be her home.