Despair fills up, when you realize Everything bright becomes pale and minor. Get the real sense of everyone's fighting. Hopes have been broken, disasters appears.
Promising future was always the sense. Distinct passage through all of your path. But something is happening year by year. Your pivot cracks off and someday could disappear.
When your childhood ends You mark outworld is burning You truly understand This world have moved on
You try to fix it up Hope is the last to die But now you are sure This world have moved on