Friday Night

Chased by a night, the sun has set in the buildings
Walking on the edge of a white line, I think it's time to say good-bye
And I'm worried about your way home again
Though, when you have gone, I'll never see you again

(If) you can get the beautiful wings
You fly with a shooting star
I maybe pray to (the) sky for something good
I will look up the sky on Friday night

The sky has an unusual color I've never seen
The town was painted over with a like a blue, like a gray one
A smell of early summer carries me the memory of you
Then, it's began to rain

(If) you can get the beautiful wings
You fly with a shooting star
I maybe pray to (the) sky for something good
I will look up the sky on Friday night

Everlasting truth,
Such as the sorrow of parting of two
Lots of frighten scene but nothing to do
Lyrical poetry's sudden end
Only Stained blank pages

But you, you can feel the troop of love
And you, you did tell me what I should do
I don't feel sad and lonely
So I don't need the eternal life with you

You can feel the troop of love
And you, you did tell me what I should do
What I should do, I do

(If) you can get the beautiful wings
You fly with a shooting star
I maybe pray to (the) sky for something good
So I'll look up the sky on Friday night