Three weeks became a year, a year became two;
Staying apart from everyone, there’s nothing we can do.
Sadness climbs high, happiness is low;
Even when we turn a corner, there’s nowhere to go...
Three weeks became a year, a year became two;
Staying apart from everyone, there’s nothing we can do.
Sadness climbs high, happiness is low;
Even when we turn a corner, there’s nowhere to go...