HAPPY SUNDAY

The way back to my home, you beg “Look at me" The Friday night your crescent-moon eyes wink No one stops by and pick you up You're crying out “help me, and save me" your mew is almost gone Wrapping yourself with sorrow and loneliness Making up yourself a tragic heroine You look as if you carry all the world's misery on your back So you're just starving for love The way back home, Saturday night “Look at me" Somebody stays, somebody leaves The god is in a mood Your sky is crying out It wipes your makeup, and your mask I know that you can believe ah You can cry for someone Your heart is beating I'll ask mom if I can keep Happy Sunday you remind me of... “Look at me"