Regret and Luck

My youth

 imagine the sky will be scaping

My soul wanting but does not care the warning

People said your young your beauty

And I said sometimes all dumb is crazy

I run a book into my room

While there is no broom inside my doom

My future my path meet my sin soon

Then realize with a cup of tea in the afternoon

My fault faulted me in my faulted situation

And the haunted song wanted to cry as the ring of the nation