Lost colors to show, winding road Lock up hesitation, an old song The wind that loses its edge 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 color 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