To wrap the young hands, around the light that shines down
Pursue to this point, then wandering around border at this hour
Continuing in the search, for the name I never knew
But there's one thought in my mind, when you offer your hand to mine
History can be love or pain, hugging deep within
Until death, I will be remembering
Always
Inside my heart, for how long it has been echoing
Ever since the drop of night, however there's a faint whisper
The cold settles in the darkness of the stars, spinning hopes
Reaching out into your faraway sky.