A light cry, gentle and small
The scent of fresh flowers
A new and confusing world

A story every corner
Laughs and smiles all around
Something I'd love to explore

How boring things are in this old world
The toxic smell of smog and odor
My life leading down the drain,
Everything uninteresting

Time to see things for myself
Experience my life
Forgetting all past mistakes
Leading out of sadness

I remember what has passed
My own clock slowly stops
But I would never change it.



Though my imprint was so small
I smile and leave with flowers.