Hey!
The door to the street is full of people
The flowers of others are coming and going,
I don't know, I don't know
The night is getting weaker,
the more I run,
the more I run
I have to go back, but I can't find it
I can't sleep for a long time,
I can't sleep for a long time
The night
is getting weaker,
the more I run,
the more I run
You probably don't know what's waiting
for you in this room until the night
Lemme
tell you the truth at my younger age
Let it clay now and then
