Bland and empty in every heart and some people are still caught in laughter,
At each white altar people danced shivering.
And swearing is a weakness of mind
And some people walk and entertain in every crowd, some pedestrians are still consistently looking for return directions.
Behind the frantically calming mountains,
The almost extinguished spirit and trembling legs of some people refused to give in to the dream
And still trying to penetrate every bush towards the green meadow to lean his body