I heard
that you are leaving here
You will ask me about the accounts of those years
I heard that you are leaving here
You will ask me about the accounts of those years
Don't run away from the arms that embrace you
Your
decision is your decision,
oh,
to the one who comes to me
May your path be open,
go where you want
There is no way in the horizon,
to the one you see
If you don't go,
won't you get hurt?
Your decision is your decision,
oh,
to the one who comes to me
May your path be open,
go where you want
If you don't go,
won't you get hurt?
The time of separation has knocked on the door
What happens if you think about tomorrow for the last time?
The time of separation
has knocked on the door What happens if
you think about tomorrow for the last time?
Without you,
the meaning of life is exhausted If you don't go,
won't you get hurt?
Your decision is your decision,
oh,
to the one who comes to me
May your path be open,
go where you want
There is no way in the horizon,
to the one you see
If you don't go,
won't you get hurt?