My youth
imagine the sky will be scaping
My soul wanting but does not care the warning
People said your young your beauty
And I said sometimes all dumb is crazy
I run a book into my room
While there is no broom inside my doom
My future my path meet my sin soon
Then realize with a cup of tea in the afternoon
My fault faulted me in my faulted situation
And the haunted song wanted to cry as the ring of the nation