grow older than I am :
I want to be the first to taste the rain
I learnt to be tired of pain
so, please , dear baby of mine , help me grow.

Grow among the thorns
shine though it pit my bones
be my back bone once more.

If no twice be it forever,
life after life will not hurt;
besides, you not honey ,honey , you don't get me sick.

With my sick moods you kiss my cheek
till the bloom in my cheek blossom
The frown on my forehead blown away
like the bark of the yelling dog.

my hair burn down in bald
my house burn in ruins
don't know if running is the option.

Help me grow so to touch the skies,
but the skies shine will be better with you.