The One-Man Parade

As the wind blows, these painful memories won't disappear.
What were you thinking as you collected the old songs into one?
There is no second chance,
There is no second chance.
To throw it away, I'm such a fool.
The image of becoming innocent
That definitely won't end.
That definitely won't end.
Burn, this heart of love,
And cross a thousand dreams.
Run about as you please,
And seize the world in your hands.
The clouds scatter,
And the sun sets again.
This one man parade starts to move.