The dew that gathers in your cold eyes is so beautiful
I look upon you endlessly, and my heart is crying as well
Oh my poor, poor love
Those lonely ones gather and get together and fall in love
Indeed, life is just about holding up your empty glass and getting drunk
So just pour your remaining sorrows and fill them into my empty glass
Those lonely ones gather and get together and fall in love
Indeed, life is just about holding up your empty glass and getting drunk
So just pour your remaining sorrows and fill them into my empty glass