Have nothing to lose
So happy to be
Nothing to spend
So free from thinking
Nothing to bear
Feel so easy to go on
So luck to be like this

We ought to care
We ought to laugh everyday
We ought to share
Now I know what was wrong
But maybe I don't
So what matters

The wind is blowing
Am I ready to go
The wind is crying
Am I ready to go on

But sometimes I ache
When I see your ghost around