I see the finish before me; I feel the hurt of the 
lonely; If you believe in me, know that your will is 
keeping me strong, though as my heart is beating 
faster the pain won't ever last and I'll feel myself 
reaching the end when I hold you again; carry me. 
In the long run, fate will turn the key to tomorrow. 

Oh, the memory holds me, of the love that you sold 
me. Sold for a heart that is battered; but true! I gave 
it to you; and our lips were so close but they never 
quite touched as you listening to me tell you "I will 
return in the long run - fate turns the key to tomorrow". 

(We took that moment alone on the harbour, I held 
your hand. We explained to each other the ways of 
never missing each other and keeping it strong ïn 
the long run) fate turns the key to tomorrow...