Night Ride... Damn

That night,I rode to the end of the road,
Coins in my pocket sang with a hint of mockery,
Suddenly a song from my memory recall.
Played by an old woman. She’s now 70 years old.

A song about a bird crying out for revenge.
I wanna revenge too,Or maybe I just want to forgive you?

you better leave me tonight,
I beg you. run for your life.
Cause there’s bad inside me
And bad thoughts on my mind.

my dear Ann, these years we meet sometimes,
Each time I found you no longer alike you used to.
The angle of your smile no longer the same
I've even kept track year by year.

There are places where I owe you an apology,
and of course, you do too baby. don’t you even lie to me.
On the day when memories no longer curse
I hope we can still be honest with each other.