I don’t have any more tears left.
Stranger with the same blood
What a wonderful celebration
Mirror, Mirror On The Wall, Who Is The Person Looking Back?
I longed to not be like you,
I was enough then, so I’ll be enough after you
A reality far from joy; it’s my mother’s, it’s mine.
My beauty is also BEU-TI-FU
Yet, I attracted you
If there is a tale to tell, then I need you to help me write it