You're still coming,
Because the hardest secret to keep,
Harder than knowing .
Now it starts to rain ,
And you crying ,
And nothing to hide,
Hide inside.
As a person becomes a mask ,
Swinging pendulum beats sand,
Only from May to May ,
Nothing happens
Tea cools down and we ... we ...
You're still coming,
You're still coming,
Because the hardest secret to keep,
Harder than knowing .
Now it starts to rain ,
And you crying ,
And nothing to hide,
Hide inside.
If there is a reason
What is hidden behind the curtain ,
Wrapped , drawn, darned ,
And a little ashamed of the song ,
For these poems for children,
Flip , and it is a pity we only have ... ...
You're still coming ....
You're still coming ....
But in a bathrobe and slippers ,
On the wings of a butterfly ,
Almost all useless .
And almost as desperate
And the default live
A live there anyway
