Strangers’ shoulders give way to shadows leaning together by a campfire. The repeated request not to leave is both ardent and vulnerable. The ending imagines meeting again, holding a present wish beside an uncertain future.
English words meet an Indian-folk and Americana direction, with tabla and duggi beneath a swaying 6/8 pulse. Female alto and tender male replies suggest closeness through exchange, not one voice saying everything.
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[Verse 1]
The wind in the sea of people
softly calls my name
so many stranger's shoulders
suddenly turn real
Moonlight on my shoulder
like a road I walked before
the softness of this moment
will not let me move
[Pre-Chorus]
Ah ya——
time is listening
Ah ya——
the heart comes near
[Chorus]
If this whole life of mine
was only to meet you
past ten thousand lanterns
I would not sigh once
If every dream I have
lit up in this one hour
let me follow the wind
and walk into your arms
La ya la ya
do not go
La ya la ya
the world is still
[Verse 2]
The campfire turning red
the shadows leaning closer
an old song from far away
like fate showing the road
So many lonely years
walking empty streetlight
until this very second
I knew that you had waited
[Pre-Chorus]
Ah ya——
the night is shining
Ah ya——
the love runs hot
[Chorus]
If fate should say
that we would know each other
then let this one moment
become forever
If the world moves on
and takes away the questions
I would follow you
to anywhere far
La ya la ya
the wind still sings
La ya la ya
love won't go cold
[Outro]
Do not say goodbye
do not go far
in the sea of people
we will meet again
La ya la ya
the night is waiting
La ya la ya
the dream won't scatter
