These Foolish Things (这些傻事) - MiNa

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces

An airline ticket to romantic places

And still my heart has wings

These foolish things remind me of you

A tinkling piano in the next apartment

Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant

A fairground's painted swings

These foolish things remind me of you

You came you saw you conquered me

When you did that to me

I somehow knew this had to be

The winds of march that make my heart a dancer

A telephone that rings but who's to answer

Oh how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things remind me of you

You came you saw you conquered me

When you did that to me

I somehow knew this had to be

The winds of march that make my heart a dancer

A telephone that rings but who's to answer

Oh how the ghost of you clings