Wipe your tears up, what's the crying for?
It's you that have been mean to me
Strolling hand in hand along American wharf
No fighting OK? Since I love you
Nevermind if you're spoilt, but don't get mad
Lover lover, lover lover, on American whalf
Even the light at Hong Kong Blue is dimming out
Around the two of us in love, the night mist at port Kobe
You were mean to me because you love me
I knew that well but no second chance
Strolling hand in hand walking down 3rd Avenue
You're in lemon-colored pantaloons suit
And smell of wonderful cocoa
Lover lover, lover lover, on 3rd Avenue
Even the flickering neons whisper sweetly
Around the two of us in love, the mellow lights at port Kobe