Who knows the truth

Repeating seven days is tedious

So people are looking for

something?

What is the meaning of our life?

Is the truth only known by

those who lived to the end?

If so, then surely it makes sense

how we spend our real lives

Coz you're you and I am me

There's another life in front of you

I will look up at the stars again

Because it's just like us

Not alone

Coz you're you and I am me

Everything is starting

to change these days

It is a process for the future,

for better or worse

That's where the

new meaning comes in

Is the truth only known by

those who lived to the end?

If so, then surely it makes sense

how we spend our real lives

Coz you're you and I am me

There's another life in front of you

I will look up at the stars again

Because it's just like us

Not alone

Coz you're you and I am me

Repeating seven days is tedious

So people are looking for something?

What is the meaning of our life?

Is the truth only known by

those who lived to the end?