He put on his mother's holiday dress
Running through the streets
He didn't know what cheating was and what hurt was
He always stands in the sunshine in a daze
He was not afraid of the coming of night
I will not be happy for the rising of dawn
Sometimes a beautiful woman follows his back
It's just that he never tasted love
All he saw was his mother's smiling, loving face
I don't know. I cry for him every night
People are playing unfair games with him in the sunset
Heartbreak came from the wind
I think I'm him in holiday clothes, too
Don't understand the pain, sorrow is like a newborn baby
Wait for the moon to set and the red sun to climb up again
Watching people looking for love all the time
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