I found the old key
I was listening to the tale of fairy's
Suddenly, she shouted at me,
"Where did you keep the keys?"
I nodded but she scolded me.
Now it's passed so many hundreds.
I, lying on, the floor of marbles.
Now I'm gray and rude,
But I still remember where we stood.
The marble is hitting cold my back
I still have the red roses which you painted black.
You still scold me, still you shout.
But I am holding myself to out.
I'm now picking the thorns out of my chest.
I couldn't find the lost key when you said.
Now it's over and gone,
I found the old lost key in the shelf of alone.
