Probably not a returnable return...
And life will bring you back to me,
And will pour salt, as not annoying,
There where a lot of pain, where it hurts.
Perhaps everything in fate is natural...
All boomerang hits and crumbles to pieces,
All of a sudden everything was piled up at the same time,
It's like the past is spinning a disk.
Everything seemed strange to us when we were young,
What I wanted was forbidden.
Now, invited to an evening party,
But you won't be the star of the Banquet there.
Everything has changed in this world...
Everything is going down somewhere...
Now the other should be a priority.
And it's true, it's not a whim.