Repeating seven days is tedious So people are looking for something? What is the meaning of our life? Is the truth only known by those who lived to the end? If so, then surely it makes sense how we spend our real lives Coz you're you and I am me There's another life in front of you I will look up at the stars again Because it's just like us Not alone Coz you're you and I am me Everything is starting to change these days It is a process for the future, for better or worse That's where the new meaning comes in Is the truth only known by those who lived to the end? If so, then surely it makes sense how we spend our real lives Coz you're you and I am me There's another life in front of you I will look up at the stars again Because it's just like us Not alone Coz you're you and I am me Repeating seven days is tedious So people are looking for something? What is the meaning of our life? Is the truth only known by those who lived to the end?