• Childhood comes and childhood goes
    Just like the auspicious blood-red rose.
    When it blooms the bud is lively and innocent
    And the petals are colorful, bright adn magnificent
    Then time flies
    And childhood's blossom dies
    Leaving a stem of thorns
    Leaving you feeling alone and forlorn
    Just let life come
    There's nothing that can be done
    Your innocence and childhood may dwell in the past
    But the excitement of adulthood comes on fast.