A room white and bright.
We were so clear, we were just like a child.
Honesty wasn't a sin.
Society was *******.

A room clean and fresh.
Nothing like flowers, nothing like perfume.
All was pure.
Cries and laughs were genuine.

A room sincere and curious.
The voices did not bother us.
Ignorance did not matter, nothing did.
Only a life.