Now everything is black and white

Time like a handful of sand,

No matter how much I want to hold on,

My hands are empty as soon as I open it.

The times left were much better.

Those days in the crowd of memories,

Now everything is black and white.

When I was child, I was fine,

There was no conflict.

How much rhythm of life was lost in youth.

Breathing rose in the fence of the relationship,

Hope of survival is slowly disappearing.