I have just one pair of worn shoes
But this once I don't mind
We are throwing away the time and the letters in a hole
There's no time to play, we are hurry to grow up
My shoes have a lot of holes, they are so big that all my dreams had scaped, my dreams were shed...
The tears water the garden
Mom is crying
I don't have money
I don't have love
I'm hungry and I'd rather enter to my home
Out is cold, inside is worse,
But I prefer smile with my worn shoes and hold on...

The way that you look at me is the stuff what most I miss
And the way that you look is what most I wonder
Your scent is pleasant which **** me
How you used to jump to greet me as if you were playing airplane and you had already come to the end
How you look at the floor when something displeases you
I miss how you hugged me for anything
And how you hurt me
That you were madure and intelligent
And you also did pouts because I ****** you off
When you sighed before saying a dramatic phrase
When you were my secret
When you smiled to me
And you were to me