Singing: rolling
(monologue)
The sky in September is faintly clear.
Many stories are slowly brewing in the sun.
Cars come and go, cars come and go.
Thirteen-year-old girl, carrying a schoolbag to class.
There was a breeze that afternoon.
Son, did you hear the sound?
Cars come and go, cars come and go.
Finally, do you see angels flying?
The moon is high and the night is long.
There is a charming fragrance in the air.
Dear child, what is good luck?
Is there a magic lamp in the car?
(Music)
You told me that your dead father.
You said you often saw him in your dreams.
Dad, I'm coming.
Dad, I'm coming.
Kiss my little hand, don't be too sad.
Son, your schoolbag is on my chest.
You said you liked school and classes.
In a hurry, you left.
In a hurry, you left.
In that world, you should study hard and make progress every day.
The moon is high and the night is not long.
The child is asleep, I am song for you.
You found your father.
In that distant place, there are no cars coming and going
(backup singer)
In that quiet place, the river is flowing
In that white place, fate has no direction.
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