Back when I met you
After the year of grave reflection
In our country growing weaker
By the second
How could we fit into the wreckage?
Where will we go?
We can't return
To our lives
And ten years later
I stand beside you at the funeral
And I am thankful just to know you
Like I know you
And ought know what's gonna happen
When all the old folks start to cry
Where is my lover?
And all the young folks hold their breaths
What will stand for?
I'm just trying
Not to close
My eyes