A gift from me to me on my 19th birthday.
Can I go back to seventeen
When my hope was still green,
Going to school seemed boring, 
But people were far less mean?

Can I go back to seventeen, 
Innocent and easily deceived,
In sugar-coated promises I believe
Just to know they were not for me only?

Seventeen you and me
We were supposed to be roses
Rather, we’re like gun and powder
Meaningless without each other
Exploding whenever they kiss
And forbidden in our country.