Bei Xu同名专辑

She - 徐蓓 She may be the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure of the price I have to pay She may be the song that someone sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of

So far away; Doesn't anybody stay in one place any more? It would be so fine to see your face at my door; Doesn't help to know you're just time away; Long ago I reached for you and there you stood; Holding you again could only do me good; How I wish