Getting used to struggle

Throughout my life sounds romantic?

Yeah I love to tire myself

As to feel alive

I used to paddle on the railroad

 Just opposite to the “father”ly path

Am I getting far away?

No, mum also does not stay there

Having a world on my own

No black point, a smooth face

Nothing to pity on, nowhere to suffocate

Leave your head on the book cover

And fingers on Leon

Black Berry in pocket

Have friends from all over the world

No one ever knows what brings fate or vice versa