Don't laugh at me, my love. I know it.
When it comes to love I am awkward and naive,
And I ask question straight out of a pop song.
This doubt overwhelms me and undermines me.
To find or to lose.
All around me people don't stop yearning.
Did They lose or did they find? I can't say
An orphan has no way of knowing
An orphan lacks his first love, for his Mama and Papa
That's the source of his awkwardness and naivete.
You said to me on that deserted beach in California that you can touch my leg.
But I didn't do it. There my love, is love lost
That's why I never stopped wondering, since that day, where have you been?
And where are you now?
And you, shining gleam of my misspent youth
Did you lose or did you find? I don't know, and I will never know.
I can't even remember your name, my love.
And I don 't have the answer.
This is how I'd love to imagine it, the answer.
In the end, we have no choice. We have to find.
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