The way back home, you beg to 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”
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 are just starving for love
The way back home, Saturday night
Somebody stays, somebody leaves
The god is in a mood. Your sky is crying out
It wipes your makeup, and hertache in your mind
