Far away, long ago
We were led by small blue dots
They set out, take a seat
Before we realize who we were
No one can always be happy on a Sunday
as we all regret
But we could’ve changed a lot of things
Golden chain, green jewel heart
Rose scented plastic love
What’s the use of all these
If the time comes to pay the debt
No one can always be happy on a Sunday
as we all regret
But we could’ve changed a lot of things
It still beyond my reach,
who would be ashamed of that
Every tear will drown on April last
I’m crying out your name
even if you can’t find me
We’ll finally meet on April last
Far away, long ago
We were led by small blue birds