I don't think I'll ever go back to the life I had before
The sun makes me unable to open my eyes
No one can stop people in small towns from being stubborn
everyone recognizes me
Like me, you grew up in silent grievances
No one can hear us
Good things only happen in dreams
So I'm always awake
People in this city refuse to be young
Everyone is getting old
The adults sleep every afternoon
Time also fell asleep quietly