As I put down my feet into the river of time I realized it wasn't the same The only thing I felt was that I left behind My focal point of life
I raise my hands up to the sky I'm calling the cleaning rain To wash away the achist past To wash the pain away
Without water the wheel won't turn Yes, so I had to grasp Won't you return to be my water? When things getting closer Already at the end of time Then I hope it won't be too late
There's no cause for life If life is without aim Conquer the only thing And it won't be the same