confession 告白 - 黄小桢
Do not think
This is a confession
That I'm making
Ain't get
Nothing
Nothing to hide
And nothing to pretend
Only incredible
Incredible fondness of you
That I'm feeling
On the street
On the christmas trees
Between traffic lights
And in every one of my breathing seconds
You are always so far away
Do not think
This is a confession
That I'm making
Ain't get nothing
Nothing to hide
And nothing to pretend
Just an incredible
Incredible
Fondness of you that
I'm feeling
On the plane
On the kitchen stove
Between strangers
And inside my head
You are clover and
Oh so beautiful
On the street
On the christmas trees
Between traffic lights
And in every one of my breathing seconds
You are always so far away
Incredible of you
