I haven't paid off debt the guitar that I stole yet
So I'm out of sorts
Maybe I didn't taste the most beautiful of loves
So I'm sad
Whereas what loves that I lived
they were nice days
there was a liitle you in each
and a cheap guitar in each
what is the life that you said ?
consists of stories
Obviously every story's the end is a death
Even if you come and go, the doomsday doesn't happen
It may end finish of the love, my rose ...