Many things have passed
Are you tired?
Such a mood
I've had it a few times
Maybe it was someone who broke their heart
Maybe no one knows
Now you I think you must
Very tired
Life encounters are like wine
Some are bitter and some are fierce
Such a taste
Sooner or later, you and I will have to understand
Maybe there was blood from that wound
Maybe there were tears in the corners of those eyes
Now you let me accompany you
Have a drink
Cheers, friend
Let it all flow
Put that past
Think of that past as a hangover
Tomorrow's wine glass must no longer contain yesterday's sorrow
Please raise a glass with me
Cheers to the past
Raise your glass