Looking all the years passed Regretting the things didn’t last Rolling back to the past, and finding the reason, Speaking a lost boy , grounded himself to Prison. Prison of thousands thriving thoughts, Come to the open land and want to shout, Tell my story to this world with 7B crowd, Before the thoughts die, and take away the reason why this speaking boy cry. All listening the story, reason never asked All the thoughts why point thing didn’t last Person thing memory the reason main untold World never asked, put the reason to hold.