Stories I thought would pass
Suddenly linger in my ear
The size of the fading moonlight
Will grow again some day as well

If you’re there, tell me
So I can hold out my hand once more
Even if you’re not, tell me every day
We might be able to touch without knowing

When the sad night comes, there’s no place to lean
Come hold my nights, every day, because it’s our first

When you wanna cry, you can cry
No one listens to my stories
Days when only sighs grow
It’s all the same for everyone

When the sad night comes, there’s no place to lean
Come hold my nights, every day, because it’s our first

Sometimes, I get a lot of thoughts
Am I the only one with so much fear?
This place is still too much for me
I’m afraid to fall asleep

When the sad night comes, there’s no place to lean
Come hold my nights, every day, because it’s our first

Stories I thought would pass
Will shine again some day as well