You stand by the water, water flows and you stare down...
Your stance is prideful but your look is downcast.
There's something on the tip of your tongue, springing out from your heart.
Your heart is brave but your tongue is tired.
You are like a hundred-year-old child
Whose red kite stuck over trees always.
Consumed is the only youth, you're not alone there,
That has been lived and never be ashamed !
You stand by the water, water flows and you stare down...
Your stance is the same stance but your stare is different.
You are like a hundred-year-old child
Whose red kite stuck over trees always.
Consumed is the only youth, you're not alone there,
That has been lived and never be ashamed !
(*) Legendary 1968 Generation, a period of riots to almost everything socially and politically.