Goodbye, my lost youth, drifting with the wind in the melancholy of Los Angeles, the final inevitable farewell. You once said that retirement is a part of death. You have been able to deal with the relationship with death better and better, but I have not, Mambaoutthistime.
That man left today...
A man who loves with his whole youth will never grow old
Goodbye, my lost youth, drifting with the wind in the melancholy of Los Angeles, the final inevitable farewell. You once said that retirement is a part of death. You have been able to deal with the relationship with death better and better, but I have not, Mambaoutthistime.
That man left today...
A man who loves with his whole youth will never grow old