Sunday, I woke up in my tiny room.
Yesterday's worst memories in my head.
Sunshine ask me “What's your excuse?”
The reply disappeared in the room as a lonely word.
I'm feeling my own heart beat.
People looks unhappy in the sunshine. Don't know why.
Going through the back street.
I fix the breathing and count 3.
It's sunny day. I'll give you my heart now.
Wake up. Here is the end of your sad dream.
And today is the first day of the rest of my life.
So come on. Let's go out. It's so fine today.
You're waiting for me in the world of dazzling light.
I'm feeling my own heart beat.
People looks unhappy in the sunshine. Don't know why.
Going through the back street.
I fix the breathing and count 3.
It's sunny day. I'll give you my heart now.
