“Warriors grow up
and die”

Mary Jane, do you remember?
The place we met, the place we broke up
Mary Jane, we are so different now
The place where we lived has disappeared now
Me and my friends, we bet we would survive
But promises still live and warriors grow up and die
When summer comes, with those voices in the air
In the blink of an eye we are not strangers in the night
For a while

And warriors grow up and die