I’ve been lived badly days After a lot of luck days In just a moment it’s all a mistake Why does it have to be this way? I should know I should guess This kind of luck will not gone to last Now it is gone And she left It is badly started And I have to make a stand Maybe my luck comes again Maybe my girl comes again Or maybe these badly days Will never have an end What for?? If I want it?? Or if I care??? Who dares??