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Tales of the wise

	作词 : Filgate, Powell
	Any fool must surely know
	You plant a seed and it will grow,
	But only if you tend it well.
	It's as the wise men so do tell.
	The end will justify the means
	And all the riches of your dreams,
	But don't be tempted on the way.
	It's as the wise men so do say.
	Like trees, children change
	As they twist and turn.
	You suffer alone for the peace that you yearn.
	You can weep and moan, feel the need to run,
	But you're leaving behind a loaded gun.

	zuò cí : Filgate, Powell
	Any fool must surely know
	You plant a seed and it will grow,
	But only if you tend it well.
	It' s as the wise men so do tell.
	The end will justify the means
	And all the riches of your dreams,
	But don' t be tempted on the way.
	It' s as the wise men so do say.
	Like trees, children change
	As they twist and turn.
	You suffer alone for the peace that you yearn.
	You can weep and moan, feel the need to run,
	But you' re leaving behind a loaded gun.