Simple

Long is the road to see
Long broken bridges
From today to yesterday
Several old photos
And a vague sense of ancient
Teenage happiness.

I seek magic, I seek freedom
Magic in the silence
Freedom in solitude,
With many words
It's easier to disguise
What one feels
Fear of the truth, fear of death

Light and shadow in the same old sunset,
Old fantasies
Fruit of immaturity
Voices that have gone
Under the same song
Only the emotion keeps me alive.