Everyone is special and small.
Everyone feel like no wonder that next days come.
Everyone frail and fleeting.
The long night comes to anyone.
Don't take only when you cried.
I'm walking on small miracles and pick up my hopes.
Sometimes I end up let it fall.
Whatever this road is long and dark.
I believe days I live that lights up and reaches out.

My new days call me.
The new gate takes me out.
I know the horizon lets me out.
My all miracle joins the way to tomorrow.

You believe that nothing happen than something changes.
But you can rewrite your fate.
Everyone holds the key to set us free.
Even long night surely down breaks another time.
We can knock at the new gate for change.
I think the more you go the more lights up this way.
I can hear voices that someone calls me from over the horizon.

The new gate is over the horizon all the time.
The new gate starts to glow red now.