when I grow old I would change all the things that made you cry and if I go wrong I'd repent start again in this new life do we still belong to the summer songs? when the morning comes what would I become? feel like I'm gone unaware unprepared for the end times it seems it's been too long / so we slowly move on (day by day) with everyday that's gone (time goes on) the petals start to fall (on our way) from the trees to life the seasons start to burn (innocence) so tell me how to hold on (who can say) when petals start to fall (we'll fade away) through the streams of life as we slowly move on