卢巧音 - Fathers Me
Youll be my.Youll be my road
When im tinking of you i swear i
I said i .Want some lights when im walking this road)
Four at the morning. fold a plane to fly through the window
Six at the morning .listening to the birds sing. and thinking of you
I say you dont understand me.I say you dont have idea
I say you dont think of my feelings
Ithard to admit.Its sad to admit. I tihnk
Open your ears and open your eyes
You dont have to pretend to be blind
Open your ears and open your mind
Everything is besides you here
Here* Here*