Dreams are too heavy
For me to carry from youth
It falls, it breaks
The vision of love
A landscape of future
I can't count it one by one
But seek for excuse
I call it reason
And take it as medicine
To ease the pain

We hurt each other
Then take turn suffering
By what we get, lose
We learn nothing
But the same old situation
Repeats again and again

While I'm aging by time
The reasons erode gradually
A wall inside me collapses
The overflowing melancholy
Strike me at my heart
In the name of regret

Maybe it's too late for me to change
Would the rest of my days
Become infinite sadness
Until I lose all my senses and lay

This picture is drew like cliche
I have seen it so many times before
But never noticed my self-portrait there
As a gloomy old man
Seems to spend the rest of his life living in the past
Missing, mourning, repenting ,then soon will be GONE