11.03.2021
The Moon Is Up, But It's For Naught
The Moon is up, there's a thick mist, but it's all for naught,since i dont have my girl in my arms
so i can taste hes sweetness,
alas, dear youth.
Youth is so sweet,
you're looking at it until is gone.
Old age is not good,
ask the elders, they'll tell you.
Everybody has some kin,
only i have no one,
i only have my girl
and i miss her so much.
I have one girl, not a hundred,
and not even her is listening to me.
She lied to me,
she did not come, as i've asked her,
to our hidden love nest.