I cant count the things I've lived
I've never break any heart,i cant
In your absence,my heart burnt,my heart was blasted
Daye I'm not full up you,I cant be
How many things I lived in foreign places
As I thought about them,my hairs became white
Always,i met cruel people
I'm coming from cruelties
I'm coming from far aways
I'm coming from deathes
I'm coming from troubles
I'm not that old me
Where are my old days?
Time has passed,we've changed so much
I didnt flow like muddy floods
Being fire, I didnt make anyone burnt
I didnt break up anyone's marriage
I didnt leave humanity