my own (english)

Walking down this path again (walking down this path again)
Too afraid to make new friends (to make new friends)
Will you stay or will you leave?I know, I believe

We all started here
A kaleidoscope of colorful lights
Hold onto my hand through the darkest of nights
′Cause I was walking down this path alone
And now I'm glad I have a group to call my own

Sunshine on a plate, try something new
A collection of old, nostalgic tunes
Shy, a little awkward, tumbling through
All of the glances back at you

We all started here
A kaleidoscope of colorful lights
Hold onto my hand through the darkest of nights, dear
Whenever, I′ll be here, don't fear I'm out of time

I was walking down this path alone
And now I′m glad I have a group to call my own