It used to be unreal  Fairy tales of yesterday  I washed away with all my pain  But they won't ever fade away  Once freezing some ideals  The cold wind took them all away  No sunshine to brighten up our memories  Who can turn back into old times    We pray for a dying hour  This season is not the theme  We only pray to cry our dream  Upon this emptiness  We pray for clouds that hug  The thunder's trumpet roars  The rain comes down upon my head  Tonight we gonna pray    We pray for the end of the season    The sound of the coming darkness  A crown of thorns which burns  That falls into the soul like rain  The day that the sun will depart  Once freezing some ideals  The cold wind took them all away  No sunshine to brighten up our memories  Who can turn back into old times    We pray for the end of the season