i wait among genius and love it is evening thinking of the time when i was young when i wished that i could have such friends when i dreamed of being far away from there as i sat among the friends who did not care the room is as bright as the day in the evening thinking of the time when i was young i can t recall a room as bright as this can t recall a time the sunlight kissed bright people making music making love i wait among thought among mind in the evening thinking of the time when i was young i never waited for a pleasant chord never found such pleasure in a word never found a mind as fine as mine never found such pleasure in a sigh i never found a chance to fly as high as high