Ideals and reality

Ideal how old you are this year, we sing the passing years alone walking on the asphalt road of the city, surrounded by strange things, you don't even have time to speak, just grow old, all the rhetoric, have become a luxury, drunken people, please tonight, sing a sleepless song, there are other people's stories in the song Your shadow, don't be sad again! No one will know whose story, no one remembers your cowardice, please dry your tears in the cold wind, this city does not need your sorrow, stop and go, look at that, the girl on horseback, has become someone else's bride, all like a dream, all as peaceful as a dream, you don't have to worry anymore, remember who, tomorrow when the sun rises, the sun is still shining... Good night, people who listen at night, there will always be people who write their thoughts into their dreams...