Although I must be innocent
Now I am punished.
They were not the seeds I planted
But I was forced to cut off the blooming flowers.
I can't say I didn't aware,
But I didn't help (the crime).
I think I bought my freedom for a high price
But I didn't sell myself cheaply.
Until saying good bye in silence,
No one can touch me
Who are prowling in the night far away
You may not know the permanent scoundrels.