It's not first and not the last,
This is not first rush, this is not the last fall.
My face looks old in mirrors,
I gaze upon the times.
In mirrors, my face looks old,
A storm breaks out in offshores.
In mirrors, my face looks old,
Your pain has anchored on my life.
Sweetheart, it's not first and not the last,
I've got sick of living half.
It's not first and not the last,
This is not first rush, this is not the last fall.
My face looks old in mirrors,
I gaze upon the times.
In mirrors, my face looks old,
A storm breaks out in offshores.
In mirrors, my face looks old,
Your pain has anchored on my life.
Sweetheart, it's not first and not the last,
I've got sick of living half.
In mirrors, my face looks old,
Your pain has anchored on my life.
In mirrors, my face looks old,
A storm breaks out in offshores.
In mirrors, my face looks old,
Your pain has anchored on my life.
Sweetheart, it's not first and not the last,
I've got sick of living half.