ForewordExpensive cars, beautiful clothes, high-class restaurants, they all suit you wellBut that XX beside you, he doesn’t suit you, he really doesn’tHe smiles like a hypocrite with you, brushing your face and hairBut he’s thinking of another woman for sure, how dare heThe amount of tears you’ve cried, I want to make you happy by the same amount, babyRather than going through the pain alone, share some with me, babyPlease look at me, why can’t you realise that I am your loveWhy are you the only one who doesn’t know -THAT XX-