Every time when I come here No one sees all of my tears.
The young man dying, The old man crying, I realize that We all can't flying.
Every time I kiss the cup, Immerse oneself in memories.
My wine is over, A rose is rotten, We all on the road, Which leads to nowhere, The old man crying, The young man dying, I realize that We all can't flying.
The crosses surround me, So many squandered lives, A shadows above me, They really can to blow my mind.