Some are fond of now, and otheres hate it
Some are fond of past, and otheres hate it
Some are young, some are old
We lives our life the way we want
There is something awkward about them
There is something lacking in balance about them
It seems they dislike a quiet life
They got something on their mind
※At times I picture their lives
It seems they struggle on their way
It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and it stirs my blood
At times I picture their words
I sense solice within their hearts
It pierces my heart, it pierces my heart, and I step forward
As the sky clears up and coulds over, so we find and lose our way
As many things change, so they learn on the way
There is something awkward about them
There is something lacking in balance about them
It seems they dislike a quiet life
They got something on their mind
Oh, Will I part from them, someday
Oh, Will they part from me, someday
Every time I see them, I feel encouraged
Something inside me is moved by the people around me
At times I picture their lives
I see them struggle on their way
It pierces my heart
It pierces my heart
