Kurt,

Was a child, loved to lie on the balcony,

Looked at the sky that hint of clouds,

Biting on a toothpick, gently humming a tune,

Would like to take on more than pursue that passion Sihuo goes to the sun,

Days, is so blue, adulterated Jisi pale white cloud,

So the pure and lucid heart.

Now, pale, quiet and tired

Pick up a cigarette, then the loneliness,

Take a deep one, a surge of light pain rise in my heart,

Recalling those who do not try to light a happy past ...

Long and winding road,

I have more difficulties in the brave to go on

That times are hard,

But with hard work and sweat in exchange for recognition.

Open their hearts to hearts like the only light sings cuckoo chicks,

Green proudly, time haste,

so .. pay close attention to time, fuel bar, hard work, ~ ~
Ha,! ~