We’re bored of the useless stories.
The unusual plans keep messing.
The each way doesn’t seem to reach the answer.
No one expects promise land.
The depression affects us deep inside
and leaves the empty shell.
History will point the day in blank.
We are living in the crisis.
People are coming to misery.
The decline and prosperity-
never stop and world comes to the end.
What can we leave for posterity?
Like a relic veiled in mystery.
It is lasting in curiosity.
But the castle on the sand.
Can’t keep it straight in time..
The lost in society.
The wordless majority.
The broken social ground.
There is no end to count up the unrest.