A drunk child is no longer drunk the day after.
A child drunk from yesterday cries in pain.
A drunken man cries from years gone, bye.

Naive, how a child longs to touch the heavens.
child, a naive thought it is to feel the heavens.
Naive, are the strongest storms who rage beneath Heaven.

Weary are the brothers, drunk and naive they lie.
For fools they were, with lucid dreams, in bed shall stay.
It is no more than wishful thinking of past lives.