� A person with a good-looking face will be sad to get old No matter how fancy clothes you wear you'll take them off in the evening The wrinkles on my hands are a part of my long life The wrinkles on my heart are a sign of my greed that I couldn't get rid of Youth isn't red and love isn't pink It's a joke of the paint in my greed that changes according to my heart That's what life is My phone is charging well but I can't charge my life I have no space in my heart I draw my life as if it's a piece of paper � Youth isn't red and love isn't pink It's a joke of the paint in my greed That's what life is My phone is charging well but I can't charge my life I have no space in my heart I draw my life as if it's a piece of paper � �