Going by, forget what’s behind, Yet still going by. I live my own life, sometimes acting blind, My faith I go by.
So one day runs into another, And anywhere and whatever I do – Every minute and every second I’ll be missing you.
Running wild, sometimes wasting time, Yet still running wild. Nevermind, we’re used not to cry While keep going by.
So many places, so many pain, So many looks so fine; But I am yearning again and again – He was a friend of mine.
Have no time to say the last goodbye, While keep going by.
So one day runs into another, And anywhere and whatever I do – Every minute and every second I’ll be missing you. So many places, so many pain, So many looks so fine; But I am yearning again and again – He was a friend of mine.