From me to be like from you to me. Tell the way which one That's right. It's true. Across the city. Along the Route has the last Tree I wish the words. We will meet again no matter what. Our hands are a chain. That's all I want. Our hands are a chain. We are strangers. We will meet again. Our hands are a chain. That's all I want. We will meet again. Why I'm still the same. We are not in danger. From me to be like from you to me. Tell the way which one That's right. It's true.