I'm just a flower girl, you made me a lady. I left the ghetto, honor and luxury reconstituted into my life. But I am no longer me. Countless rules and regulations bound me, and only false faces were left to hold on. People are amazed at the incredible things you create, you are only proud of your achievements, and where am I, can you see who I am, do you know. I don't know how to live in the future, and I am surrounded by fear and confusion. I want to find my original peace and stay away from your selfishness and cruelty, but I have already deeply relied on you. Even if you are always stingy with your tenderness, you will always only treat me as a poor flower girl. I was angry, sad, scared, but I had to go. Although you made me, you are not everything to me. I can't wait for you to make me again. It still rains on the plains of Spain without you. I'm a celibate, I hate the vexatiousness of women, and you changed me. I succeeded in making you a perfect lady, and I am so addicted to my accomplishments that I don't understand why you are angry. But after you left, I found out that I care about you, I will miss you, miss you very much. I'm used to your face, you're pretty much the source of my day, I'm used to your tone and your whistle day and night, your smile, frown, your smugness and disappointment, it's a part of my life now , as indispensable as breathing. But you're gone and probably won't be coming back. Then I'll live by myself, I'll live without you. It still rains on the plains of Spain without you. I met him who loves me, but I love you. So, I am back. I turned on the recording and listened to your voice, thinking about how I would survive without you. Well, you are back. I'm still me, you're still you. It's just that we will be redefined. 2019.6.17
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