There is a people who passing by
I’ve got no names for them
I don’t remember their faces
And their voices doesn’t sounds in my mind
I’m looking away through illusions
Through cloudy sky and dusty winds
But I’m still here with my entire luggage
About to begin
Ohh yeee
We couldn’t share pain and our wounds
Even for a while, no matter how we close,
But we could help to heal each other
To be a cured some day
Salvation, salvation
Salvation of the soul mates