I have a story
My story hasn't finished yet
Its smeel didn't go off
From the quilt and pillow
Prescribe me whatever you prescribe, doctor
I have cried but cries aren't enough
I am unhappy and so sick, make me laugh doctor
I have died but I am still alive, it's too hard to describe
I am on a dead-end street come and find me doctor
I feel like I am in my childhood, ask me some riddles
Sky gets cloudy and (wind) blows from the west
A child returns to his home from an overnight
Strip me completely doctor
Take me away from this sorrow
I am unhappy and so sick, make me laugh doctor
I have died but I am still alive, it's too hard to describe
I am on a dead-end street come and find me doctor
I feel like I am in my childhood, ask me some riddles
When dark winters end
Birds will get to her with my letter
When cries stop
Perhaps a new life will begin
I am unhappy and so sick, make me laugh doctor
I have died but I am still alive, it's too hard to describe
I am on a dead-end street come and find me doctor
I feel like I am in my childhood, ask me some riddles