She came to my concert
She came to my concertAt the age of 17 she went on her first date with her first loveHer boyfriend had queued for her overnightAnd spent up half year's savings buying two tickets
My songs made her swoon and heart-brokenThree years of relationship was cut off by a letterShe remembered the prompting whistles at the train stationPlaying my songs and joining people in tearsJoining people in tears
She came to my concertAt the age of 25 being in love was like savoring sunny daysHer boyfriend sent roses to other girls behind her backShe rejected all his calls and stayed up every night listening to songs
My songs made her swoon and heart-brokenAdults always pretend to be unaffected by breaking upShe got drunk with friends at the karaoke barSinging my songs and watching the screen in tearsWatching in tears
My songs made her swoon and heart-brokenAt the age of 33 true love was so preciousA younger girl asked her to step asideAnd let her man decide with whom to carry onWho carried on then
My songs made her swoon and heart-brokenShe strived not to make herself look tiredTime is listening to us singing about "no regrets"While others are clapping we'll sing till in tearsSing till in tears
She came to my concertWomen who still listen to songs after 40 are beautifulHer child asked why there were tears on her faceThe man beside her had already fallen asleepShe was listening to our concert in silence