HAPPY SUNDAY-BIGMAMA

The way back home, you beg to me

“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 are 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 hertache in your mind

I know that you can believe

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”