Thinking about those who love me

Mostly about the girls

I do not regret the love because I need it so dearly

And it seems, they needed it just as much


Yet, I have regret in my heart

And those are eating my whole being

From inside into the outside

Regret I could not stay there

Regret I could not be a better man


No, that a lie with each flower giving to me

I bloomed.

With each eyes look at me so dearly

I changed my look at this world.

In there worm hands

My heart been touched

Some how, even some one like me

Could become a better man


Yet I regret how I hurt them

I wish to be the most trouble man back

And just not make them so sad