The world begins, with me and you,
in the haste of the world, we forget what we are.
The highs and lows, pulling us along its flow,
time makes no sense when all that's worth living is gone.

Rushing along through, in the hurry to survive,
we make haste, forgetting the miracles in front of our eyes.
The million stars looking down on us,
we fill in a universe, between me and you.