all such misguided people that run away from youth
shall they be caught by themselves and wonder in double turns
whether they have got hold of the wrong suspect after all
—
death is never far away for anyone
—
caught on the stroke back
don’t take it, just go
just go
like you can race,
like you can run at all west,
sun guardian take notice
and smile
smile at you
as for me,
i am getting old
am getting old,
and i miss
the frost on the wind
i miss
the sun on my hands
in the morning
and i miss
you