I stand in the middle of the night,
hush, the wind is coming,
the storm is coming,
the sky is dark but I’m not afraid.
Leaves are flying, I’m not scared,
hand in hand, we stand in here,
we will get over this, sisters and brothers…
right?
Broken hand, what should I do?
Arm drops on my head,
It’s the end of the world!
…
Hey the sky is clear,
we’re grown up.
