I was looking for my path; she took me by the hand.
In her eyes, I saw a look as if this were nothing at all.
That one chance—that one chance—that one chance.
She arrives late; she makes no apologies.
It's the beauty of luck that we never deserve.
That one chance—that one chance—that one chance.
Chance—the unexpected turn of a detour—
and, all at once, love—it often turns out that way.
That one chance—that one chance.
Who knows if she will remain until the end of the road—
because we may happen upon the thorns of the rose.
That one chance—that one chance—that one chance.
We must live out our happiness—not counting the hours—
because chance can just as easily forget us—might just be passing by.
That one chance—that one chance—that one chance.
Chance—the unexpected turn of a detour—
and all at once, love—it often turns out that way.
That one chance—that one chance—
that one chance—that one chance—
that one chance—that one chance.