What's the matter child?
You used to be my friend.
Remember what we did?
All the times we had...

Where did you go?
I really cannot tell.
But if you ever come back,
I'll be happy again.

My small little child,
You are so naive.
Maybe one of these days,
You'll sell your soul to satan.

I wonder, child, if you're still like you used to be,
Playing outside when everyone is sad.

Nobody ever understood you my child.

You will always be a part of me...