What about the younger years
The stories of a live
What about the feeling
Beating lonely heart
What about the lie I have
Without you in my arms
No one can ever said me
Your past is just a part
It’s never ending in the morning
And the breeze of moonlight
You are breathing
Still be breathing in my open arms
My eyes are closed, but the vision still alive
7 years of crying
In the midnight when the sun go sleep
8 years of pain
But not a piece of anger
In a lonely heart
What about the younger years
The stories of a live
What about the feeling
Beating lonely heart
What about the lie I have
Without you in my arms
Words I scream
And things I try to forget
But I know
Even after when you died
In my open arms
They are open forever
You alive
Alive
Alive just alive