I can't count the time lost
That time just passes
It doesn't go back
I don't read the lines
The lines are straight
The verses, poems
Dilemmas are more
The tales disguise
The suffering life, race
Of our poor old parents
NO I don't cut the ropes
Because my feet are on them
I wonder, the sky is the limit
Destiny, punishment anywhere
Blessed be for sure
There are no people, oh no
Moonlight like this from the backlands
There are no people, oh no
Also I suffered a life