How fast and quick the time is...
Time that passes by, we are getting old.
Time that can't wait and doesn't give us time to ask...
Who am I?
How much I did for me?
How much I had in my hands and I let it go?
Now I am too old,
and I can't wait to start again.
The time is already behind me...
The time has passed.
My hands can't work,
my mind is tired.
Sorry, can't be. . .
The time can't come again,
how much time I had.
How much time I had lost,
how much I did with the time?
To begin the time I can't...
Only I can express,
bye, to the time that knows how to wait.
How much I miss the time that I let go!
