In my high school, sad and lonely
I really want to see your mouth again
With your hands on my hips
Its a desire that's worth more than gold.
It's true we're different
But we'll always be true lovers
What a pleasure when you touch me.
Each kiss ignites my mouth
On the notes of this music
I play you the trumpet.
On my side? Chen Spring
It's good to make you lose your head
More than a charming body
You naturally move sexily
You make me forget
So that I can finally dream