A piece of hurt always comes up to you
as humble as madness does not matter to you
always move on for my future
looking for new hope again for your son
Not a bunch of Gold you expect in my success
not the roll of money you asked for in my success
not even a bronze in my victory
but your heart desires to make me happy
And always you say to me
I love you now and when I'm no longer with you
I love your child with my sincerity
