I never learn, made hundreds mistakes.
was rude to close ones , was nice to foes.
My cheeks aren't red, am so pale.
the skin is withering , hair's getting grey.
If I were fresh , but I am ripe .
I should appreciate the years I've embraced.
I seek for love for people , for the life.
but I am moaning , not being satisfied.
I never learn, made hundreds of mistakes
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