Once a young life is over, He will not return, Only my youth seems to return; The shore he loved in his youth, Miss you come on I'm still waiting for you.
No, a never-ending young life, He is far away, Behind the blue mist as milk; Even the shore that the green loved I went to bed there Either fate or a mistake.
Correcting a mistake, By changing destiny If you live, youth seems to return; Youth is in the heart In the most beautiful place Like a song that pauses.