Exploring in me the lost innocence,
Which I left on the lonely roads.
The magical mystic world, where I lived
Oh, it don’t live anymore.
Exploring the playful me, which I was when I was not grown.
The wierdly beautiful games we played are not fun for me anymore.
That good greed for sweetdish,
That cute cry for a kind kiss,
Nothing anymore, nothing anymore,
That child in me is not anymore.