The pain pierced me to the bone, to the bomb Just lend a hand with me, my love The red moon is low in the sky ‘No cross no cry’ yes, I know, But don’t be so nasty to me, you know? May I borrow your umbrella?
Nobody can find me Nobody can find me
And I was on the border of starvation The fruit is too expensive for me to buy Just I was crossed in my plan My neighbor always promises, and they never does it, never does it, May I borrow your diary