And it starts, sometime around midnight.
Or at least that’s when 你 lose yourself
for a 分钟 或者 two.
As 你 stand, under the bar lights.
And the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile.
And that white dress she’s wearing
you haven’t seen her for a while.
But 你 know, that she’s watching.
She’s laughing, she’s turning.
She’s holding her tonic like a cross*.
The room’s suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how 你 are.
So 你 can smell her perfume.
You can see her lying naked in your arms.
And so there’s a...
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