Standing on the right path some nasty rubbishes
Are trying to obstruct the path
To mislead its walkers and cheat
I am also one of the walkers of it;
To recover and cleanse the path
Together we, the walkers are trying to fight,
We aren’t afraid of those piles of rubbishes, as
Absolutely shall be the fuel of hell all those.
For restNo restWind blowsBeasts’ claws,All areSharp hunterDevour rawFavor draw.
Things going are not goodWhat are you doing mankind?
Doing something, eating, restingThen leave for the main station (hereafter)With whatever are doneAnd here no more seen.
With love and careOn stoneSoft flowerCan be grown.
History says everywhere going on theseAlready several hundred years have passed,Yet unchanged on the old parallel linesOnly crying we need change, we need change.
Example of loveIn creature no tough,But in mankindIt is so hard.
