Once life was blessed with fascination and youth's own determination....
Once life was blessed with fascination,
and youth's own determination,
but now there are only memories.
Dreams of retaining eternal beauty,
were driven back by duty,
just as the wind blows down the autumn leaves.
Precious moments which time gave me,
are not returned so bravely,
as once they were lent.
Yet even now I raise my voice,
not to curse, but to rejoice,
happy years that I have spent.