Lyric

Everything keeps turning around

The thing you can say everyone

To repeat it

The next is decided by how to think

So I make the way

I don't know when to come a turning point

There are many ways out

Time grasps an arm and leads me

I finish doing rather than I get away

Everything keeps turning around

The thing you can say everyone

To repeat it

The next is decided by how to think

So I make the way

The full moon was laughing

The sky was too big

And I was tiny

When cloud cleared up

An guish was trifing

Everything keeps turning around

The thing you can say everyone

To repeat it

The next is decided by how to think

So I make the way