Take me back to the time

when everything was alright,

or make me believe

the life we've chosen

is still beautiful.

I know there's no going back,

but how I'd like to recur those days.

You know, it used to fulfill me.

Now, it somehow fades away.

And again, we sing of fortune

although light grows so bleak.

I guess that's how it's meant to be:

Happy tunes withering,

nothing stays for eternity.