Hey, Bae!
-Hey, Bae! -Wherever you walk
You light up the world
With your words With your eyes
You light up every path
The world awaits you
Where have you been all this while?
Hey, bae
The way you slay
The way you are The way you talk
Hey, Bae
Deep in your eyes Lie your dreams
It's gonna be your day
The world awaits you
Hey, Bae!
Unbelievable.
Mukul Sawla!
And the worst thing is…
everyone thinks that
Mukul Sawla is God's gift to womankind.
Basically, he just pretends to be the poster boy of feminism.
Everything these guys do is a farce.
Anyway, let it be.
Coffee, anyone?
Bae.
I got your favorite Kenyan roast along with me,
I'll go make it.
Aw!
Not "Aw", more like Aw-namika.
I think I should take this story to Neel.
But why would Anamika reach out to you?
I've been working at TRP for more than six months
and you're just a new intern.
Tammarrah, jealousy is not our policy.
We're all sisters here.
#Behencode.
It's really unfair.
You got this story only because you have so many followers.
These days, anyone can become an influencer by posting cute videos.
My followers are organic.
It's anyway Anamika's call to decide who gets the story
and she obviously trusts Bae.
And, so do I.
I'm sure you'll crack this story.
Wow. This is like a full-on Bae fan club.
Wanna bet for 500 bucks?
I think she'll crack the story in a week.
I bet on you too.
If the Rajwansh's and Chowdhary's couldn't shake you,
Sawla is no big deal.
Only you can bring justice for Anamika.
Okay, I have to go.
Tomorrow, I have some sessions with my clients,
I will see you after that.
To "work out"?
Yeah, that too.
And maybe get a bite too?
I'll cook.
Okay.
Is he for real?
This story is for real, okay?
-Focus! -Sorry.
I think we need to think of the top ten options and then eliminate.
Okay?
After all, who is Anamika really?
What do you think, girls?
Sorry, I have real work to do.
You and your fan club can get going with this story.
Rude much?
Eleven years ago, I came to Mumbai from a small town.
Chillin' with my baes!
-First clue, let's go. -Look at my girls, always on their feet!
No sweat, no tears
Getting ready with the heat
No more hiding Bae you got the lead!
Desire in their eyes
Could put you on the street
Look at my girls Always on their feet!
No stopping, no looking
They just stride and leap!
Look at my girls Always on their feet!
No stopping, no looking They just stride and leap!
Back with the baes I'm solving the case
I'm taken aback Like back in the day
Boys robbing the banks We solving a case
'Cause they love the cash And we love the chase
Flashlights when she runs it up With the new bling
Nice guys, yeah we coming in With the new link
Who could it be, who could it be Tell me, tell me
Who could it be, who could it be
Look at my girls… Desire in their eyes…
No more hiding…
Excuse me?
Lucknow is not a small town, okay?
It has India's longest race course
and the biggest school in the world too.
Now, we have our own cricket team also.
Okay, relax, tigress!
I agree Lucknow might be a metropolitan
but 53 percent of the urban Indian population lives in small towns.
If you continue eliminating small town options like this
you'd be doing it for at least five more years.
Let's go on to the next one and stop wasting time.
Last year, I was in London for a film shoot.
And he stayed in the same hotel as me.
Wait.
I was also in London last summer.
Our Kensington Mansion was featured in Architectural Digest.
Okay, one second.
Why are we assuming that she went to London during the summer?
Who shoots in London during the winter?
It gets dark by 03:00 p. m.
Cold, rain…
During the winter we prefer the Caribbean.
Aggy named an island after me.
Bae-hamas.
So cute.
-Of course. -Of course.
So now we'll have to figure out
last year, between May and August, who all went to London.
Wait a second.
Saira, you work at a five-star hotel, right?
Shouldn't we be checking those first?
-Isn't that obvious? -I was going to suggest that.
-I have to tell you guys everything. Let-- -Wait, guys.
Easier way.
Let's just check London-based hashtags, okay?
Okay.
#londoncalling
#londongirl
#harrods
#londonfashion
#londonshoot
See! Naina!
-There's Madhulika as well. -And Diva, right?
-Yeah. -That's Shantipriya.
London is the new Film City or what?
Every other film is being shot here.
-They give rebates! -Right!
On shopping.
On shooting.
Remove Drishti Patel from the list.
Her boyfriend is a major shareholder in Thought Telecom.
Mukul would be an idiot to hit on her.
Okay…
So,
successful boyfriends.
Vikram Jodhani has an IPO coming up.
Rehan Khan has recently bought an airline.
Tarun Kapoor just had an OTT release.
Tarun Verman just had three South blockbuster hits in a row.
Okay, wait.
To increase the pressure on me, he had my boyfriend raided by the police.
Now, how will we find this out?
Who's gonna put this up on social media?
#raidrage
I think we need the Internot.
You mean the Internet?
Inter-not!
We need to take our research offline.
Doesn't Ashish work at the sports desk?
Yeah?
Doesn't he like you?
No, no way.
-Yes. -I'm sorry. I mean,
Anamika obviously trusts you.
I mean, it's your story, not mine.
And I trust you.
Please!
-Take one for thy sister. -Come on.
Why are you making me do this?
Coffee?
-Yes! -No!
Inter-Not.
Naina.
Sheila!
You have the keys, right? Then, why?
Hello, ladies, good morning!
-Looks like a storm hit last night. -Too loud.
Volume!
No worries, I'll clean up.
Wake up, guys.
So, who wants some egg white and mushroom omelets?
Me.
Okay.
Firstly, a little bit of sunshine for some positivity.
When are you getting back to training?
It's my first day with SS.
I can't be late.
Sorry.
Ouch!
Take it easy, brother.
My backbone is very important to me.
Sorry, ma'am.
Hi, Aggy.
What a surprise!
How are you?
Wait, are you in a--
An auto-rickshaw, yes!
I was just telling my friend that
it's exactly like a Mini Cooper. But, just breezier.
You remember this scarf from Dior?
We got it at the flea market in Cannes.
Even this can't hold my hair.
Listen, Bae…
I wanted you to hear it from me first.
The lawyers are setting up the paperwork.
Voyeurs?
The ones who watch my viral videos?
Lawyers, lawyers!
They are setting up the paperwork.
TRP is a news channel, not a newspaper!
Divorces papers…
Divorce, ma'am, divorce!
I'm sure you will find the terms fair.
And the lawyers will be in touch.
What's the hurry, Aggy?
Have you found someone else?
You're the one who found someone else.
Remember?
Sorry, ma'am, hope nothing broke.
Something did break. But it's not your fault this time.
What, are you a pressure cooker?
Is Ganji bhai around?
Oh.
What's up homie, all good?
Your shirt is looking as crisp as ever!
Stop buttering me.
What is this?
Who is going to pay for the rest of the three matches?
Just keep this for now,
I'll arrange everything after the Cricket League. Don't you worry.
I've got to report to my higher-ups!
For you.
He's sent it.
A beer at 10:00 a. m. ?
What to do, Ganji Bhai!
The raid has ruined everything.
A raid on you?
Can't believe they're raiding people with negligible bank balances too.
Are you serious?
Not on me,
on that cricketer.
I bet on Gaurav Shah.
They raided him,
and with all that tension, he messed up his form,
and I got whooped off my hard-earned 25,000 rupees.
You're wrong there.
Gaurav Shah was dropped because he had a squabble with the board.
Oh!
Hi.
Please tell me more.
The raid was just a face-saving exercise,
a PR stunt.
In fact, they actually raided Adhiraj Mansingh
for disproportionate assets.
And nobody in the media found out.
How?
The one up there.
The boss.
Oh,
so sorry. I'm a fan, I should have come to you in the first place.
So, you mean,
"The Adhiraj Mansingh"?
Diva Kapoor's boyfriend?
Yeah.
I see.
Bring along two beers!
You bet on Kabaddi too, right?
They've raided Vikram Jodhani as well.
A special tip from my side.
What are you saying?
It's raining tips, hallelujah!
-Cheers! -Cheers to that.
I'm not wearing it.
You have to. They're sponsoring.
Grey makes my eyes look puffy. I've just woken up.
You're late.
I'm not Nair who will tolerate your tantrums, alright?
Forget all your nail spa appointments.
How did you know I have a nail appointment?
Your raven-like claws are not hard to miss.
Okay, Singham?
Why don't you cut them off before they get stuck in a keyboard?
Go stand in for lighting, please.
-Why? -Why?
Because I said so.
Okay.
Yeah.
-Shobhit! -Yes, sir?
Come here.
Jump.
Very nice.
Get me a costume like this, please.
Sure, sir.
I'll get some real feel for the hostage story.
Sir. The harness is ready, sir.
Very good.
-Let's do a rehearsal. -Okay, sir.
Get ma'am in the harness, please.
I want to see how it's lit up there.
Deep breath.
Sir…
No way.
Listen, just do it, or else
SS will fire me.
Please. I need this job.
So do I.
Satyajit, another gimmick?
It's not a gimmick, alright?
I will dress up as an NSG commando and jump
and land on top of the building. It will be super powerful, trust me.
I'm so happy.
Call lunch.
Fine!
Everybody!
Lunch break. 20 minutes.
30 minutes…
30 minutes!
What?
Where are you going?
Okay, I'll have to go. Sir's leaving.
Where? You can't leave me.
Where are you going?
Don't leave me!
Help!
I know I love owls but this is too much.
Hello!
Poor girl.
Oh, please.
Her purse and jeans are more valuable than the GDP of some countries.
You look nice.
Come on, Harleen, it's a joke.
Is it?
That's because you haven't heard the punch line yet.
"If one owl was enough to destroy the land of flowers.
Imagine the fate of the land
when an owl sits on every branch. "
Oh.
Stephens.
Beautiful, beautiful!
I haven't forgotten your memories
I remember everything
Without you
My life is futile
All your memories
Keep me up at night
All your memories
Without you
I have started to lose everything
Why is that? Why is that?
Without you
I have started to lose everything
Why is that? Why is that?
Neel, I wanted to discuss something.
Hello, madam.
Lunch break over.
Let's go.
Obviously, I can't sell my soul.
I'm not going to sleep with him.
Honestly, he disgusts me.
And the worst thing is
everyone thinks that
Mukul Sawla is God's gift to womankind.
Huge story, right?
I want this to be my first.
And then you can run this on In Depth with Neel.
Who is Anamika?
Okay, so… It could be Naina Khanna
or Diva Kapoor.
Maybe Madhulika and Shantipriya also?
Any more names?
Maybe Tanaya Khan too?
I was just being sarcastic, Bae.
There’s a big difference between Big Brother and journalism.
And I'm not SS.
We can't base our assumption on an anonymous girl's video
and defame a respectful figure like Mukul Sawla.
So, you're implying that Anamika is lying?
No, not at all, maybe she is telling the truth.
But you need to back a story such as this with research and hard facts.
Otherwise, we can't take it to the public.
-Neel, but-- -No ifs and buts.
You've spent half a day with Satyajit and you're sounding just like him.
Sensational journalism such as this ruins lives.
It's the same thing.
A few days back, Satyajit did the same with Yugandhar, with Naina.
So, you think I don't have it in me to be a real journalist?
Listen,
don't get me wrong, that's not what I meant.
But at least bring the complete story to me.
Who is Anamika?
Is she speaking the truth?
Who are your sources? Are they reliable?
And then, of course, Bae, I'll support you.
But with a story such as this,
you need to think about what a real journalist would do.
What would Christiane do?
Dior or Louboutin?
I don't know who they are.
I meant Christiane Amanpour.
And I don't know who that is!
Well, she is someone you should know about.
If…
-If you want to be a serious journalist. -I do.
Is she on the gram?
Go, find your source.
No, forget the gram.
Diva ma'am, Diva ma'am! Diva ma'am!
-Side, please move aside. -Diva ma'am!
Please move aside.
Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am!
Diva ma'am, one selfie?
Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am!
Hi, Anamika, peekaboo!
I found you!
Ma'am, please.
Nice nails, Anamika.
Happy birthday to you, Anamika!
What is this?
Subtle pressure to make me change my name to Princess Anamika Kumari?
I'll stick to Diva Kapoor even after marriage.
Of course, baby.
In fact, my family thinks your name is very lucky for me.
After meeting you,
I got the highest bid at the Cricket League.
My endorsement deals tripled too.
And miraculously, I recovered from my back injury!
Diva,
will you marry me?
I mean. I thought you'd plan a really romantic proposal in Paris or something.
But…
of course!
What the hell, I mean, yes!
I'll marry you.
Congratulations, guys!
Thanks.
Diva's boyfriend's life has skyrocketed in the last year.
No career trouble there.
Diva can't be Anamika.
You!
Minion.
Come.
Yes, SS… sir.
Welcome.
I need you to create a compilation of every single photo,
shoot, show, article, and airport look
that I have ever done
or that has ever been done about me.
INA Awards Committee is making a reel on me. So…
Oh! On social media?
No, not-- to play on stage when I walk up.
They are giving me yet another award.
I have enough awards to decorate my bathroom now.
That's where they belong.
-Stephens. -Yes sir.
I need a facial.
Sure, sir. I'll book it right away, sir.
There's no article in this magazine.
Some kind soul has ripped off all the pages.
Sorry?
Nothing.
-Sit. -Yeah.
You can download it from the 2012 archive.
And hurry up,
everybody isn't as unoccupied as you are.
Yeah.
Who is Centaurus?
Focus on your own work.
Oh, you know my mom's racehorse is also called Centaur.
He's a thoroughbred, of course.
It was either a Pixie or a Dixie.
They were actually twin horses.
He usually only ate grass but I sometimes gave him…
Shobhit.
I am going for coffee with Ashish.
-What? How? Why? -But if--
Don't ask, but if I'm not back in 15 minutes come and find me.
Copy that.
-Hi. -Hi.
Why is the chair backward?
Feng Shui.
Chair has to face north-east for best results.
Wow.
Also tell me, what is this table?
Wooden?
So cute.
Table Number seven.
Your lucky number.
Aw, sweet.
Did you know there is someone else too whose lucky number is seven?
-At the moment, that would be me. -Naina Khanna's!
Seriously?
Her luck is quite the mess these days.
Why?
Because of The Confessional?
Come a little closer, I'll tell you.
Ashish.
After SS's episode, Vikram Jodhani and Naina Khanna broke up.
She got so depressed that she canceled her shoot
and has gone to a silent retreat in Lonavala.
Rumor is that Vikram might not be the father of the child.
What?
So, who's the father?
Nine months back, she was in London.
Shooting.
She must have met someone there.
Yes!
The stars are aligning.
I think so too.
You'll come for the Fistball match with me, right?
Attention!
Tammarrah, SS awaits your presence.
Copy.
1500 hours, sorry, got to go. The general awaits.
Yeah, yeah. Please, please.
I am growing more and more certain
that it's indeed Naina Khanna.
More and more certain is not enough.
-There you go, very good. -We need to be absolutely certain.
Think, what would a real journalist do?
What would Neel do?
Come on, come on!
No giving up!
Whoever this Neel is must also be working out right now. Come on.
More squats, less squawks.
Come on! Let's go, let's go, let's go!
What would Neel be doing!
Stretch? Come here, I'll help you.
It will ease your muscles.
Better?
Stop… no time to relax.
I hate wasting time.
Time spent relaxing isn't time wasted.
I have a job.
Jobs are nine to five.
Life is 24/7.
You know,
SS and Mukul Sawla are friends.
Maybe that's why in the episode that day, SS asked Naina,
“Should I congratulate the father?”
But there is a loophole.
Anamika said Mukul Sawla is harassing her.
Maybe he has been sleeping with her and blackmailing her?
Then why would she come out now?
Maybe pregnancy is the trigger?
When you're down, you've got to come up clean and sharp.
Be it life or squats.
Bae, post-workout snack?
Yeah.
Sir, what do you want?
Spicy bean curry, dosa, spiced mashed curry?
-No carbs for ma'am. -Yes, carbs for ma'am!
I eat them wholeheartedly now.
One portion of spiced mash with extra butter.
You really have changed.
Once Neel made me try a fried potato sandwich.
It was so good!
Since then, no malice against potatoes.
How does Neel pop into everything?
He is our Managing Editor.
He is a real journalist.
I feel like I don't know you.
You know who knows me the best?
My sardonic, bitter boss Satyajit Sen.
When I reach office, when I leave… he seems to know everything.
He even knew about my manicure appointment!
Cookies.
Cookies to go with spiced mash?
No, I mean he has your cookies.
I took the Keto cookies to the office only once, so…
I meant the computer cookies.
This appointment you booked, you did it through the office computer, right?
Yes?
Basically, every website uses cookies
to track whatever we search online.
From your online shopping to your salon appointments,
to your cab bookings, browsing data, basically everything.
So, he's not just a monster but a cookie monster too!
Thank you.
-Bye. -Bye, dear.
Mukul, you were saying.
Satyajit, 5G is not enough.
Our mothers and sisters need opportunities.
They need dignity. They need equality.
And most of all, they need security.
I was thinking, what I can't do as the CEO
I can instead do through politics by being their friend,
a brother, and mostly and public servant to them.
So, am I hearing you correctly?
Mukul Sawla is finally taking the plunge.
Yes, absolutely.
This year I shall start with the Assembly elections.
I'm going to be joining the Self-Reliance Alliance.
A TRP Exclusive.
You heard it here first. Mukul Sawla is joining politics.
And that, Tanmoy, is the scoop of the week.
You mean propaganda of the week?
All through the interview Satyajit didn't ask Mukul a single tough question.
Hey, here's a tough question, Nair.
Have you seen the ratings for your show today?
I didn't think it was possible,
but they've sunk lower than last week's ratings.
Reinvent yourself.
Or your show will be off in a month.
Yes, sir.
Do you know why people trust Mukul Sawla so much?
Did you see what he was wearing?
I didn't notice.
A black jacket with a tricolor highlight.
Now that's the style that screams patriot.
You know, Charles E. Jefferson said,
“Patriotism is like religion, it is best when least ostentatious. ”
There was no television news during his time.
See if a new jacket or a new shirt
can help you grab a few eyeballs, what's the harm?
Are you ready?
Yes.
I absolutely love this look.
-What do you think? -How can you wear blue every day?!
It's not the same blue.
Sometimes it's turquoise, sometimes it's midnight. Sometimes…
There is a color to my life
Since you are around
We are getting closer
The intimacy is increasing
-Your increasing proximity is -Looks like my shirt had a Holi party…
-Intoxicating -I can't, please!
-And… -Why do you hate colors?
Driving me crazy
Don't forget me
Don't want any distance between us
I have got you
My lover
I have lost my heart in your eyes
I will give anything to be with you
My lover
I have lost my heart in your eyes
I will give anything to be with you
My lover
I have lost my heart in your eyes
Something is missing.
Isn't this too feminine?
Well, fashion knows no gender.
But yeah, you're right,
something is not working.
Aggy could pull it off.
Aggy?
Agastya, my…
My soon-to-be ex-husband.
I'll show you.
See.
You should try this one.
It will suit you.
No.
-Please? -Nah.
-Too much. -Too much.
Okay. I'm going to get one more, okay?
It's perfect! I love it.
-Yeah? -Yeah!
-Okay. -And with this,
we shall create a new display picture for you.
But I don't have an account.
You do now.
Bill, please.
Really?
Yeah, why not?
News television is a circus.
Might as well play the clown.
Second best decision of your life.
Oh, really? And the best?
Hiring me.
Debatable.
Neel.
Is that you?
Mom!
Mira, Ira.
Mom, ex-wife.
Four Lapsang Souchong teas, please, and no milk.
Three.
I'll have an Iced Mocha Latte with oat milk.
It's a bit too hot in here.
Hi,
Ira Bose, economist.
Hi, I'm Bae.
I work with Neel. I manage his social media.
-Bae? -Bae?
Yeah.
Neel is on social media?
What's next? Reality television?
Got yourself inked?
When are you going diving next?
He doesn't even know how to swim.
Just kidding, Neelu.
It's called a mid-life crisis, Mom.
First marathons and then what?
Triathlons?
Please. Neel will never be a MAMIL!
MAMIL?
Middle-aged man in Lycra?
Neel has impeccable taste in fashion.
I see.
So, my love, as I was saying,
the main thrust of your seminar should be that
the statutory liquid ratio…
Is dependent on the RBI reductions.
-Exactly! -Liquid ratio?
Are they talking tea?
We're talking about financial liquidity.
Amartya Sen agrees with me that
the cost-push inflation is a result of the contradictory policies.
-Your beverages, sir. -Thank you.
Oh, my God!
You're that Mira Roy.
You've written the Microeconomic Future.
What seminal work, ma'am.
You've read the Microeconomic Future?
Hasn't everyone?
The inadequacy of the aggregate demands,
the zero lower bound, and the possibility of financial instability
prevent the monetary policy from being more active.
That makes sense.
Right?
Actually, I didn't say that.
Raghu said that.
Raghu?
Raghuram Rajan.
He's a dear friend.
Actually, Raghu, me, and Abhijeet…
Bannerjee,
-we all went to Bukhara. -Hey, Bae!
Did you know that dal bukhara
-is their favorite statutory liquid? -Hey, Bae!
The world awaits you
Hey, Bae!
Have you really read my mom's book?
I was just blurbing it.
-Blurbing? -Yeah,
you know those blurbs at the back of books?
Every year, I would memorize them for the Jaipur Literature Festival.
Chowdhary Multitech was the main sponsor.
-And you still remember these blurbs? -Try me.
Besides Mira Roy, I know Rushdie, I know Tharoor.
I know Naipaul.
Midnight's Children, Suitable Boy, ask me anything.
This owl can be quite the parrot.
Oh, my God, you're officially the smartest person I know.
Also, the coolest.
Honestly, if I were Agastya Chowdhary,
I'd never make the mistake of letting you go.
Technically, I'm the one who made the mistake of cheating on him.
Did you ever feel like getting married was a mistake?
It was a mistake but not my mistake.
It was Mom's.
Ira was her best student.
Professor Mira Roy and Padma Shri Girishan Nair
always wanted a driven and focused child,
which I could never become.
Ira did though.
Jealous of her?
Funny you ask.
You know, during my marriage, when my mom would go gaga over Ira,
I felt like the five-year-old me all over again,
seeking my mother's validation.
My mom was the same with Samar bhai.
Her blue-eyed boy.
Actually, my marriage to Aggy was just another project for her.
Just like yours was for your mom.
Yeah, but it's not like I didn't try. I really tried to make it work.
But despite a thousand efforts, there were…
-Arguments. -Everyday.
She also thought I'd be an achiever.
Just like Mom, Dad, and her.
Earlier, it was the two of them putting pressure on me.
Then it became the three of them.
Eventually, I just gave up.
Everyone has a different definition of success.
True.
But divorce was really the best decision
for both of us.
And there's always a happy ending.
-Which is? -Didn't you see?
They're still as close.
Shopping together, laughing together, making jokes.
At your expense!
People need something to bond over.
They should have just married each other!
That would have saved everyone the trauma.
Right?
Also,
on Saturday,
would you accompany me to the INA Awards?
-As your assistant? -Without you, my heart isn't complete
-As a date? -Isn't complete
How do I put this feeling in words?
Hi.
Oh, Lord!
Mumbai weather is going to kill me someday.
You can freshen up and change,
dinner will be ready by then.
Let me order in today?
Keto Burrito Bowl?
I'll make it.
You just can't rest, can you?
Can you?
Rest.
Just not used to it.
You know, in school,
every year, I used to get a trophy for 100 percent attendance.
I would attend school even when I was down with a fever.
A fever is only fun…
if someone pampers you.
Nobody ever pampered me.
Mom was a single parent, you know.
She never had time.
But honestly, I was
really proud of her achievements at work.
I got my work ethic from her.
My mom is also a single parent.
But she always pampered me.
And this workaholism that you have,
I do, too.
I got it from my mom's genes.
Did you get the six-packs from her genes too?
Yeah,
my mom's got better abs than me!
There you go.
Thank you.
Mom would make this lovely tea with ginger, jaggery, and cinnamon for me.
I can't even tell you.
It's like tea meets tonic.
Let me make it for you.
One second.
What is your zodiac sign?
Leo.
Aries and Leo.
I think we're supposed to get along.
The one up there sends signals,
we're only meant to receive them.
Wait, you don't have any cinnamon, right?
I don't think there's any jaggery either. Let me just get it.
It must be right here.
It will take just two minutes. I'll be right back.
Let's just order it online!
Thank you for today.
Such a good day.
I'm literally a changed man.
What do you want?
I'm feeling generous.
I'll grant you one wish.
Just one?
Yeah.
Okay.
Can you teach me how to swim?
I've been trying to learn for a while.
Done.
No excuses and no floats,
okay?
Done.
I have one more wish.
I thought you'd never ask.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have.
What do you mean you shouldn't have?
We both wanted it.
We work together and it's not right.
I'm sorry.
I haven't forgotten your memories
I remember everything
Without you
My life is futile
All your memories
Keep me up at night
All your memories
-Without you -Without you
-I have started to lose everything -I have started to lose everything
-Why is that? Why is that? -Why is that? Why is that?
Why is that?
-Without you -Without you
-I have started to lose everything -I have started to lose everything
-Why is that? Why is that? -Why is that? Why is that?
Without you
Where do I go?
My heart is yours
You can see it for yourself
If I am asleep Then you are my dream
I'm the dull morning You are my evening
What do I do without you?
You tell me
-All your memories -All your memories
-Keep me up at night -Keep me up at night
-All your memories -All your memories
-Without you -Without you
-I have started to lose everything -I have started to lose everything
-Why is that? Why is that? -Why is that? Why is that?
-Without you -Without you
-I have started to lose everything -I have started to lose everything
-Why is that? Why is that? -Why is that? Why is that?
My love, without you
What do I do with my days?
-My love, without you -My love, without you
-What do I do with my days? -What do I do with my days?
-Without you -Without you
-I have started to lose everything -I have started to lose everything
-Why is that? Why is that? -Why is that? Why is that?