What More Can I Say
What More Can I Say1 min 195 1 min 195
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.