if...

If we realize that everything hardly be the same,
Then why should those tears bursted?

If hope is a little light to make a new bright world
I feel it clutching in my spirit, and her fairy waves

So thin, slowly fading away, but still there.

But life is a storm of questions, and I'm in the eye of it.
And so I choose to leave these burdens behind me,

As the wind whispered, "there's no second chance."