Image:
On a freshly wet rainy road
The corpses of the dead dust are looted
I've been walking down the street for many years,
False egoism and acting are different.
In the heat of the bright sun in the sky
In the color of the desire to fade
I find variety,
And humanity sleeping in the dormant world.
Today you and I are soldiers
Endless in the belief in survival
In a life-threatening conflict,
I know the storm will stop and everything will be scattered again.
Return to this temporary rhythm
He is obliged and needed
Now the tide is in the river,
The jungle woke up all over.
