We spend our lives remembering
The way things used to be
Of love growing like flowers in spring
Or days beside a peaceful sea
But fate decides our way
We can’t control, we must obey
And never, never have a say
Fate decides if we go or stay
Nothing stands still, time just goes
We may long for the way things used to be
But our paths change as the wind of time blows
And longing for the past won’t make us free.