What More Can I Say

Happiness is free

Is sadness for a price!

People can really tell the demon innerspring,

Nature sometimes unfair to our human flesh

For how long will our sobbing heart mourn.

Maybe we are soldiers of misfortune,

Monsters we became aren't just what we wanted.

Really we are bosom friends of big dreams

Trying to survive if that's possible.

Children of vagabonds here we are

With bucket of sweat excreting from our stony body,

What exactly do the future has for us.

Other than staring at the big men's pot

Grieving like tomorrow never ends,

The future can't really be accessed

Tomorrow we may become legends.