We talked about things under the moonlit sky
It's full of pranks and jokes until he look me square in the eye
And asked me why,
'Why does death needs to pry?'
I answered by pointing at his wounds,scratches and dents
And asked him "Don't you want to meet your end?"
"In eternal slumber, don't you want to descend?"
His orbs twinkle as if he were to cry
And suddenly I know the reason why
Tired is the boy who never age
Exhausted is he who flies page to page
Time is his golden cage
This boy who's bright and happy and sly
Is also the boy who wants to grow old and die.