Wu Bai's poem: That kind of woman

A woman

There is a kind of woman who is very strange.

Not too good, not too bad.

Many men fell in love with her.

She just ignored me.

The clothes she wears are a bit tacky.

The clothes she wears are a bit tacky.

She walks unsteadily.

It's a little helpless to think of my single back.

She just ignored me.

Such a woman, I think she just lacks a little gentleness.

Such a woman, I think she just lacks a little gentleness.

Maybe I'm not naive enough.

I always think she is a little cold when she smiles.

Just like I heard that I believe I can't be wrong.

After all, I am only one person.

I can't tell whether I feel good or bad about her.

I can't tell whether I feel good or bad about her.

I don't know if I should fall in love with her.

Without her, I seem to be behind the times

Whether I want it or not, I'm really a little nervous.

I want the sun to rise.

Such a woman, I think she just lacks a little gentleness.

Such a woman, I think she just lacks a little gentleness.

Maybe I'm not naive enough.

I always think she is a little cold when she smiles.

Just like I heard that I believe I can't be wrong.

After all, I am only one person.

I can't tell whether I feel good or bad about her.

I can't tell whether I feel good or bad about her.

I don't know if I should fall in love with her.

Without her, I seem to be behind the times

Whether I want it or not, I'm really a little nervous.

I want the sun to rise.