The Good Old Days

It feels like an history. It feels as if it was a past live. My beautiful past live. When I never believe in revenge. When my smile never run dry. Happiness in the heart. But sadness in the face. Everyone was love and to be loved. But I guess I'm growing, Or the world is changing. Sadness is now my nickname in the room. But happiness is my passport. They can never understand. I regret never enjoying the little moments of my old days. It looks beautiful being an history. Wish to go back in time. But I guess I'm in the present. What a wish that can never come true. My beautiful old days.