When everyone is going back
Are they walking with happy steps?
Did they really fulfill their dreams?

Like doing piled up homework
All the promises were written
I already see the bright sun that woke up

Another day has gone
Tomorrow comes again
The world moves busily
Crying at the words of my father who has only looked ahead

The more I count, the more I hurt
My mother’s increasing wrinkles
Even if it’s a little late, she says it’s okay, with a kiss

Another day has gone
Tomorrow comes again
The world moves busily
Crying at the words of my father who has only looked ahead

I cry for a long time again
Making promises
The traces of myself from yesterday
They leave to find my dreams above in the blue sky
I make a promise to the stubborn tomorrow
Every day