Sitting in a strange bed
There are still bags in the corner
The neon lights outside the window grab the light of the moon
From the direction of the sea
From the other end of the map
Carrying a dream, but also with a wave of concern
The wind, the wind brought me to this place
The memory of blue is still in my home on the sea
Gently lying in the middle of the city
The quiet night with tears in the eyes
Falling on the windowsill touched by the moonlight
Sitting in a strange bed
There are still bags in the corner
The neon lights outside the window grab the light of the moon
From the direction of the sea
From the other end of the map
Carrying a dream, but also with a wave of concern
The wind, the wind brought me to this place
The memory of blue is still in my home on the sea
Gently lying in the middle of the city
The quiet night with tears in the eyes
Falling on the windowsill touched by the moonlight
The wind, the wind brought me to this place
The memory of blue is still in my home on the sea
Gently lying in the middle of the city
The quiet night with tears in the eyes
Falling on the windowsill touched by the moonlight
The wind, the wind is blowing my worries
Follow the waves to your arms
Go on the way to your dream
Every time I feel lonely, I look at the moon
As if laughing and saying you have to be brave, don't be afraid
Worry about the moon will be lonely
The stars stand by
I had a dream of my hometown quietly
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