A car came slowly along the street
Another car followed
The world is increasingly populated
But there is less and less real concern for others
The tears speak for themselves
Where are the bananas
Do cats like to run
How long a train travels
Don't refuse empty fields
When things are not what you think
Maybe we're stuck in it
The body will grow older
But the soul does not
Anything is relative
You come in from one place
Sooner or later it will go out from another place
Maybe we're nothing
It's a hunting dog
If something is destined to happen
Then it will happen
The mosquitoes are gone
The campfire has not been extinguished
It's late now
Something has been destroyed forever
But my heart is still wild
Instead of pleading
It is better to say goodbye to this
Do you really want to know what you're thinking
Between the ideal and the reality of the two worlds
It's just a flash in the pan
Change comes from within
Good people will eventually love the world