Foget what you knew before. 
[It seems like the sky fell] 
It was just a mistake. 
[The world is unwell] 
Throw out all the old pain. 
[It seems like the sky fell] 
Now, from you shine of daybreake. 
The world is unwell

Next time waiting for you, 
Dying days go away, 
Black lime has setteled in your soul. 
You should do it regate.

So let's go. 
I want to see you in a new guise. 
I know that you will never forget 
What will happen tomorrow.

The last time you pray, 
Here you will not be back 
Here you will not be back.

And now you have not anymore.