Who told you Who made you sad heart
Who let you occasionally wanted to hold him in my arms
Who cares about your dreams
Who says he will know your mind
Who touched you
If the woman always waits until the middle of the night
Regrets that he will pay for you really young
Never ask a woman if
She is always the best for her innocent loved ones
Just a woman passionately devoted easily
Finally lovesick always deeper
But her love is the soul of a woman
She can sacrifice her life for the loved ones
If the woman always waits until the middle of the night
Regrets that he will pay for you really young
Just a woman passionately devoted easily
Finally lovesick always deeper
But her love is the soul of a woman
She can sacrifice her life for the loved ones