At That Time

What I want to tell is just a story about a youth About the experience of a group of half-grown children They are still young and they still need time to test each other. At that time, they dared to take action Just because they are still children, a group of children who are not considered adults. Then they are rebellious, they are proud, and they interpret their youth by doing everything that others watch with cold eyes. Just because in the dark night They will also cry. They will also feel displaced by everything. The sound of the shepherd's flute was a song at that time. Even if I sang loudly, I would still forget that time. Time makes people grow old, they are still young they cry they laugh they get hurt They, they, just haven't seen all of reality yet What hope, those warm afternoons, everything has been evaporated At that time, I proudly swore: I would like to............................ I would like to............................ I would like...................... At that time, the clear voices of those teenagers resounded throughout the playground... So much so that they will never be forgotten for a long time. I hope that everything about us will be beautiful and complete, even if it is just life and death... This is my wish... There are no triumphal war songs, only all the sudden and chaotic escapes... There, whose tragic song has been ringing softly, whose soul trembled, and whose soul was saddened...