I was trying to paint picture
with my bare hands no future
i was trying to dream of you
my long sleep you didn't show
i was trying to forget the day
that's something stick with me
maybe i won't try anything at all
and let the world takes its rule
maybe isn't right to feel this way
though it's so easy; it's so easy
i think of something that matter
what will i do when i get older
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem