Childhood Lost
A man of great fortune and fame I am, And friends I have many. Yet I wander in search of happiness In blackboards and books I never found any.
A man of great fortune and fame I am, And friends I have many. Yet I wander in search of happiness In blackboards and books I never found any.
In the afterglow of regret, my pain is exposed, and I am vulnerable and unstable. For I am a criminal guilty of many mistakes, gambling my life as stakes.
For a moment lost in translation, the heart goes into depression as meaningless words struggle to make an impression.
Under a moonlit sky, My lady sat and wept. While her world was in turmoil, Ours soundly slept. She sat and she cried While she thought of all the lies, Her face buried in her hands As tears streamed from her eyes.