Life is chased by wishes

All the happiness
All the melodies
Are bag of illusions
It brings me confusion...

If instead of illusions
There could be some golden coins
So maybe I could be reach.
But in this period, I'm so poor
Yhe I'm poor of hope...

Chorus: The only real thing I could
Find in his eyes,
Is his own tear...

when the lights are off,
that's where ths reality begins
the shadows,
he darkness
It's where i can find his real image...

If instead of feelings
There could be some golden coins
So maybe I could be reach.
But in this period, I'm so poor
Yhe I'm poor of hope...

Chorus: The only real thing I could
Find in his eyes,
Is his own tear...

his own tear
his own tear
his own tear...

...And now it's my tear