The time indicator of clock Is going round and round And I am getting older And the pages of Calendar Are its daily reminder Through the pain of loneliness Insult and shame I am passing my best time of youth And I don't even know your name Time is running out The burden of sorrow is increasing day by day And all interest to be alive is fading away In my lifetime shall I be so lucky To hold you in my arms baby O this difficult question Is recurring in my brain Over and over again