A woman with a history

How many blows how many hurts

I know how to be strong I hate to face life

With an immature heart so I act tough

How many wounds how many burdens

On my shoulders even shedding tears

I say they are sweat just for people to see

How I wish to weep but tonight I still have work

Feeling tired only have this empty room

And half an ice-cold bed

In the past native love affairs I have yearned for

But for the bridal array I'm not young anymore

Can't look good in it

Love is my greatest hope

Inevitably there is only disappointment I never want to

Put work in the first place trying hard to be hardy

I use my years to exchange for my dowdry

But who cares about me and gives me warmth