Years are passing by
We're getting older, my parents die
When will I see them next time?
So the magic can then permiss each other wise
My brother and I
We're getting wiser, we don't pray
We don't take it so hard
That's a lie,
that's a lie, * lie
Maybe they don't know it so well But they wish us the best
I wish there's so many goodbyes that I'll
have
Until the final rest
And I won't take their love for granted again I will cherish
every moment
we can last
