Slowly, slowly
tick-ticking away, our minds can almost catch up
It hurts to think were growing up.
Thinking about the future, memories of the past, regrets, heartbreaks, mother knows best.
Boyfriends, girlfriends love at first sight, thinking if it's truly right.
Family, friends saying goodbye, growing old, feeling sad, fear comes through you.
But it's alright
For i'm with you, our bond is tight.
You close your eyes deep into the night, as i take you my angel on this very night.
Growing old isn't that great...
But when you leave this world,
it has to be fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem