We've arrived at such a good era.
People on the street busy rushing to the future.
They're inebriated, laughing and singing, and still complaining.
They've been dreaming of a good life for many years now.
We've arrived at such a good age.
Even more people soaked in mud without hope.
They borrow money to live in their own homes.
They dream about living the good lives others are living.
People and cars in all directions moving,
The red flag fluttering.
They stride along the avenues.
Neon lights glowing,
A scene of prosperity.
A girl's rouge intoxicating,
A fine wine's bouquet effervescing.
So I just put on my worn-out clothes and stand next to you.
So I just hold out my hand and get you to look at my poor appearance.
And you say I shouldn't destroy the nice scenery here.
So I just turn my head and leave such a good place.