Living on

I’m reading my own story on the yellow paper.
I really understand it is not real.
I’ve wrote my beauty hero’s and I hope they
Can make my golden dream became alive.

I heard when you saying something `bout three times
It comes from nowhere right in front of you.
I know it’s story too, but I’m still trying,
Because I want so mach to be with you.

You walking down my street in summer evening,
I understand this august goes to past.
I can’t forget that grate and beauty feeling,
And I hope you’ll feel too someday at last.

But now I’m trying to threw off my head this tale
And mention to myself I live on Earth.
I can’t, I have no right to stuck in this day,
I want show to go on and pass this stop.

I’m walking to my new life – it’s tomorrow,
I’ll find a new home and I’ll find new friends.
I won’t be staying to long in this dark sorrow,
I’ll leave for you small peace of my heart there.