We look dead ahead and charge forth.
Following in line of a predetermined future.
I am not sure I can take it much longer.
The habit of lying men,
They are considered “right” in this world?
The delusions of trouble women,
Do they still exist in this world?
I spend my time, pondering these many things.
In this messed up, wonderful world
I stay shut up at home
For this Earth is blooming digitally.
An exciting future is here.
The only thing I do is happily play around.
When we met, was it fate?
Because if so Fate ain’t so bad.
Both of us, me and you are getting worked up.
Is this really alright?
In this rotten wonderful world
The apples too, will rot.
I suppose it’s something not really to get so pessimistic about