i don't know why we become more and more indifferent.

                              we smile, we cry... all is for ourselves.  we don't know  

                     how to love and how to hate. tell me what happened to us.
 

                             sometimes, i see a little girl in  pink. she says: come back ,

                    please...she smiles, like sunshine. then , she goes away. her voice gradually fades

                    into air. i have forgot her face, but i still remember her eyes. because i see 

                    myself in them.    

                            i see my tears. i want to go with that girl. i believe that she is the god,

                    or...myself... but i hear you calling my name, so i stop.

                              i turn to you:

                           go with me, please. let me love like a child. let's go back to the time of

                   innocence.