It used to be unreal

Fairy tales of yesterday

I washed away with all my pain

But they won't ever fade away

Once freezing some ideals

The cold wind took them all away

No sunshine to brighten up our memories

Who can turn back into old times



We pray for a dying hour

This season is not the theme

We only pray to cry our dream

Upon this emptiness

We pray for clouds that hug

The thunder's trumpet roars

The rain comes down upon my head

Tonight we gonna pray



We pray for the end of the season



The sound of the coming darkness

A crown of thorns which burns

That falls into the soul like rain

The day that the sun will depart

Once freezing some ideals

The cold wind took them all away

No sunshine to brighten up our memories

Who can turn back into old times



We pray for the end of the season