Lost colours to show, winding road
Lock up hesitation, an old song
The wind that loses its edges
Loses sight of where
It is going the following day
Time passes by
Time repeats itself
Like as if washing something away
Into the dark
The moon sinks down in
Like as if having hate on the nights
Going in a storm of hesitation
Though we were scared to know, we were too young
Going in a storm of hesitation
Trusting the light with doubts, we were too young
The rain of grief, the light of joy
Does not wait as it goes through changes
Just to give some birth to hope
The rusted oath
It regains its colour again
Going in a storm of hesitation
Though we were scared to know, we were too young
Going in a storm of hesitation
Trusting the light with doubts, we were too young
Time passes by
Time repeats itself
Like as if washing something away
Into the dark
The moon sinks down in
Like as if having hate on the nights
Going in a storm of hesitation
Though we were scared to know, we were too young
Going in a storm of hesitation
Though we know there's no chance
Going in a storm of hesitation
Though we were scared to know, we were too young
Going in a storm of hesitation
Trusting the light with doubts, we were too young
And with our own hands (We'll find tomorrow!)
And with our own hands (We'll find tomorrow!)
And with our own hands (We'll find tomorrow!)
Trusting the light with doubts, we were too young