Thời gian Time

Time wearing the hat and saying goodbye Its eyes were the yellow Autumn in a secret Its lips Its soul The whitish hands and legs Not save for the rose or girl Not for a handsome guy Oh my time! You we’re running on my life A fighting horse up and down The age of the Spring moving in the thought The pupil bike never returned to love more And I was growing up gradually like the cedrus and cypress Like the high mountain to catch the sun Like the ocean to love humankind My heart is pouring the peaceful drops for everybody One day not far I will recognize the world not still gloomy more Oh, my soul tree as rising in the Heaven.