Beautiful night

Beautiful people

The world is a school

Yet it's another whole new world by the window

Every child have a dream ( dream )

I'm a ( I'm a)

Young people trying to be someone

Young

And knowing less

But still wannabe wannabe who I wannabe

When time becomes a reflection

The only common ground that we shared

Is that we all feel some sort of alone in a way

With this spirit and mind

Through the struggle and pain 

Let's celebrate this event called life