The season of friendship hit by a truck of reality
Draws the coil that binds to our neck the sins that
Pushes our head above the head of our shoulders
And drives us onto an unknown land where disgust lives in our heart.

I was once your friend,
Playing under the golden plum tree,
Laughing in peace and sharing our dreams,
Holding hands that held life’s gleams,
Singing the tone which spurs peace.

But now since I am not your friend,
All we do is throw glances and insult with our eyes,
Why, because you are jealous to see me walk to the aisle,
Hands in hands with someone.

I was once your friend,
Tolerating all the feigning smiles your
Lips provided under the influence of ulterior motives,
Accepting the dramas of the nights which haunted our days,
Living under the daydream of better days.