My white hair shows me that the game of my life br is near to the end br And I am to old to be a good player. br The school of life was always out there br but does not teach me how to play the game br and now I wait for the life to finish the game for me br as no one can do it better. br Alone in my darkness I am looking for the light. br The light that shows me the way to the reality. br I am not sad for that. br There is no game without end. br Always if one game is over a new game waits to begin. br It just needs a player. br The next time I will know how to play better. br I hope.