Some people are gifts that reach your hands after crossing the sea of people;
Some warmth, once missed, becomes a blank in the passage of time.
Just as migratory birds know the route to the south.
Some people are gifts that reach your hands after crossing the sea of people;
Some warmth, once missed, becomes a blank in the passage of time.
Just as migratory birds know the route to the south.
We hand over each other's boats,
And save each other.
We hand over each other's boats,
And save each other.