Standing at the edge of the mountain,
Thinking about the lost life of the fountain,
And all this to why and what an extent
There's nothing i did to brings me a repent.

There can be no repent, ye no repent.

Everybody in those days thought it was my loss,
My cold demeanor made some to think against my class;
Hoping to gossip on me searching for my flaws,
But there's nothing I have done to feel any...