Night, my loyal friend
This week
Let the morning have your place, please
Grandpa Moon who relieves the chains of my hear
Don't be stubborn, let the sun a chance to rise
Stand up to the sky, come on
Fate, you've also gone too far
There's a nostalgia for a smile on our faces
Smile, please
God, make that face smile, a face that you've made wither like a rose
And roses that flourish in our dimples