Healing, make at slog again
Where there is life there is hope
Feel well, break in again
Sometimes I feel the point of it
This notice is
Wait for the still to get rid of the breath
It never stand for the end
Hearing, I made a rough guess
When I was 24 years old
Silly ass, make at slog again
There is no one but knows it
Just come near, get a chance and give it to me
Next time is tired too tired
(Had I known!)