It's too late to cry I love you.
The wind still blowing, my heart still aching
One side of my eyes see tomorrow, And the other one see yesterday I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again
Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
*The real folk blues I just want to feel a real sorrow It's not bad a life in the muddy river If life is once
Hopeless hope, and the chance with traps What is right, or wrong It's like a both side of a coin
How long I must live till I release?
The real folk blues
I just want to feel a real pleasure
All that glitters is not gold
I fell in love with this song (in Romanji lyrics) before I even knew the English translation. Maybe the heart and mind is really in sync in some way I cannot explain. I just let the song drift my feelings away. Sigh..