I begin to pray and this whole world is our faith
I closed up my mind feel, people sing their songs
Explain to me, why future runs out of the present
Tell me the truth, is that the end of our lives home?
I know it’ll be the last time, to see what’s left behind
Pieces of true hearts, to cherish and move ahead
Explain to me, why future runs out of the present.
Tell me the truth, is that the end of our lives home?
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