Long time ago,

I thought I would understand the world

With childish eyes and childish mind

Everything seemed easy,

Simple and clear.

It was like holding a balloon

Full of hopes

That kept me up

With the chance,

To simply fly away with him.

When the first one showed me

the needle that could burst the balloon,

I realized

how the world really was,

Thousands of needles followed the one.

I let go of the balloon, so it could go up into the sky,

even if it meant

giving up my dreams,

but I rather let them go

than have them destroyed.