(nhạc: Vũ Thành An - thơ: Richard Cleveland)
When I was younger
I'd never have guessed
the number of things a man could regret
As I grew older
I've known all too soon
about broken promises, angry words that won
When I was younger
I could not foresee
what kind of man I'd turned out to be
Time passes so quickly
It's hard to believe
(while) by trials and errors we learn how to live
When I was younger
I couldn't have known
that I would meet you and make you my own
Sometimes I hurt you
Sometimes it's I who must hide my face
in order to cry
in order to cry
in order to cry
