Darkness, light, that dead one starts to flash back, to recall his life, those memories within himself.
Where childhood was worthwhile, then experience had arrived.
Once the felt a could emptiness, and no more fears, he'd already grown but then the rain and the cold.
Looking at life the way it is: real, he would live joys and sadness, he always was the different youngster, few would understand a life would keep on going.
He'd begun to grow old on feelings, those fantasies had started to be forgotten, life itself would move him forwards coldness, one day he realized so many things.
But it was already too late, though not so late because he would still return...
Where childhood was worthwhile, then experience had arrived.
Once the felt a could emptiness, and no more fears, he'd already grown but then the rain and the cold.
Looking at life the way it is: real, he would live joys and sadness, he always was the different youngster, few would understand a life would keep on going.
He'd begun to grow old on feelings, those fantasies had started to be forgotten, life itself would move him forwards coldness, one day he realized so many things.
But it was already too late, though not so late because he would still return...