Oh
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 won't be able to sleep for a long time,
I can't sleep in the dark
The night is getting weaker,
the more I run,
the more I run
I don't know what's waiting for me in the dark
Until
the night is over, you don't go to the kitchen
The light is all Moza, Moza, Moza, Moza
