Sometimes I imagine meeting again
Even though so much time has passed.
I don’t think you’ll understand
The youth that has been stolen from my hand.
Heart that’s been jaded,
Cautiously reaching out a hand.
Sometimes I imagine meeting again
Even though so much time has passed.
I don’t think you’ll understand
The youth that has been stolen from my hand.
Heart that’s been jaded,
Cautiously reaching out a hand.