The red sun is awake.
It warms up my heart,
and memories rush to my mind.
I get up with her,
as she shines brightly with the color of dawn.
She’s my little memory.
My little piece of heart
that grows every time I do.
The red sun is awake.
It warms up my heart,
and memories rush to my mind.
I get up with her,
as she shines brightly with the color of dawn.
She’s my little memory.
My little piece of heart
that grows every time I do.
