The past is the past
No need to climb the wall that I put in place
The green trees and little butterflies that are barley seen
Are just a mirage, so don't climb over

The past is the past
I have made mistakes and they need not be known
Cause they aren't anyone's bussiness
Only mine and no one else's

Enjoy the scenery that is presented
Enjoy the wall, dazzling with crystals
and hear the fake birds that sing
Just dont climb over Cause the past is the past