Rays of orange come from outside of my window The candle lights gleaming on the street My squinted eyes are trying to catch them as The silhouette of my memories But I don't see the reason why I do this I don't know, I don't know Wish I could be the reason why I stay here I don't know, Now I am standing here to ask myself "Why do you have so many things in your arms?" Coz I don't think everything is perfect So if I can hold them tight before I lose them all I'm walking down the street Nothing left in my hands But the street light reminds me The things I was holding I used to know What if feels like To hold you so tight in my arms Some cars passing by While I am walking I don't notice them very much Colors, numbers, drivers, passengers They're just all gonna fade like our old days, seasons go around What we had back then, you know Maybe we could have made it It was all too late though It came to an end It was what it was But sometimes I wonder if You still remember the sunset when we believed in the love and I still do Now I am standing here to ask myself "Why do you have so many things in your arms?" I still don't think everything is perfect But now I know how I held them so tight. Now I'm looking at my window outside of my home I'm walking down the street still shines then I start to realize