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

My bad, my bad

In the short of time my body will be sore

Fighting for the fight that need to be fighting for

This soul Haunting like an owl without a rest

But playing like the monkey into the west

The future has come the path still wait

Passed the torture do not know how I do it