All people wish to love
Whatever age they are.
And this is all above
Though that could leave a scar.
The scar could be as deep
As rivers while in flood.
You do not have to weep,
To think your life is hard.
You would not like to fall
Again into such traps;
No one you trust at all
But joy would come, perhaps.
Time passes healing up;
It gives the strength to live.
Soon you would get the Cup
And faith you would receive.
New love would always wait
For that who can forgive,
Who would not like to hate
I want you to believe.
Moscow 2004