Youth is on fire,
produced by friction
Driven by this force that we call passion
We tend to be reckless,
not really aware of the situation
You have all the energy,
all you need is to take a step
Forward or backward,
Left or right.

But one day, time will knock on your door
You'd realize how impetuous you became
Regret will follow
And you know what?

It's too late
Because you'd find youth in a jar
Turned into ashes,
And so are you.