Días tristes

without knowing days have past in front of
my old, sad face...
may i remember those days
when we used to wonder

about little things of life?

when we used to play with toys
under a shiny, honey sun...

now i stay inside my room watching
rain falling down
i try to reach reality
but i know i just can't
'cause there are so many things to cry
yes, there are to many things to cry...
please forgive me, i started to cry...