Wullien Thang - A Dance

He was dancing with her
watch her dancing was so pretty
he was so cute, incredibly
An old woman with a little kid
so beautiful image
like when the grandmother dances with her grandson
And in this moment they enjoy it
like nothing else should bother their happiness for now
and it make me so happy
But now I cry
I cry for what would get lost
and I know this moment will maybe get lost in time
It doesn't matter
What I'm crying for is that this boy will lose interest
he will become a teenager
and start his interests on other stuff
on girls, or rock, or stars, or singers, etc.
So that image was precious
so that I would want to keep it
to keep them how it is
but changes happen and you realize it's necessary
I will miss it so much
This is a cry for the old that pressence their forgetfulness
and the lack of interest by the new youngs.

Wullien Thang

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