Like the wind, we can never hold on to the past
But we can always carry its whispers with us
Is the past just a story we tell ourselves?
Or could it be the most precious thing that we have?
(The most precious thing that we have)
No matter how much we may long for the past
We cannot return
All we can do is keep going (going [7x])
All we can do is
Keep going
Take root in the ground
Live in harmony with the wind
Plant your seeds in the winter
And rejoice with the birds in the calling of spring