First of may
when i was small
and Christmas trees were tall
we used to love while others used to play
the day i heard of it,has gone when i thought i could love
the day i remembered it,i tried despaired to recover the melody in mind when i thought i should love
then we are all loveless
suffering all lonliness
and now?
there is no body who reminds me of love
now we are tall, and christmas trees are small,
and you dont ask the time of day.
farewell,farewell