the song of the homeless
The mountains are unwilling to send away the sunset?
Affectionate sailors are unwilling to sail. ?
Hope is calling. ?
The outside world is my paradise.
A free heart is flying. ?
Mom, do you care about me? ?
Mother looked at me anxiously. ?
Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting? ?
Mother looked at me with relief.
Listen to the train, the flute ...
Holding hands tightly through the window.