Sand is everywhere, even the sunset seems to be made of sandSand is everywhere, even the sunset seems to be made of sand
Morning comes to the city, the road is empty, there are rare passers-by on the sidewalk in the autumn rays of the sunMorning comes to the city, the road is empty, there are rare passers-by on the sidewalk in the autumn rays of the sun
It's great to wander through the night streets of europeIt's great to wander through the night streets of Europe
The road to home keeps a lot of warmth in everyone's heartThe road to home keeps a lot of warmth in everyone's heart