When we were young ...
A young girl who wants to play with her Barbie dolls
A young boy who wanted to play soccer, to run freely

We hoped to be grown ups
The young girl wearing her mom's heels, painting her face with lipsticks
The young boy wearing his father's shoes and mimicking him while speaking on the phone

Time had passed...
We've passed in several stages...

We have matured

Nonetheless, we envy the old days
We wish that we would go back in time
When we were once young
Our only problems were sneaking out to play in the backyard 'rock, paper, scissors'

It is a story of a dream
A story of hope
A story filled with lollipops and bonbons

We are now in modern times
A time filled with hectic days
With late night sleeps
With early morning
With headaches and worries
With heartbreak

It is a new stage of responsibility
A stage of new joy
Filled with love
Filled with the laughter with a sprinkle of new hope

This is the cycle of life
Live each moment
Church every memory
Be optimistic

Live your life as if you'll die tomorrow
Without hurting anyone
Without uttering a words without thinking

And just smile