Refusing to have a rotten soul

Another head-ache, another broken heart

Blond children, caresses and strange feelings

Does he drive away? am I driving away?

Spring time turns to Winter again;

just one day of the flowered station, other ones were so blue

But there's something that keeps waiting

lovers, flowers, fresh afternoons, bright teenage 

true smiles, sugar cotton, honey kisses

another eyes, flying butterflies

cat eyed, blonde haired, alien faced

thin body, young soul, fantastic ego

I'm the one who's in love with Lucy.