Words in the mouth,
Sticky footsteps on the road,
Many fruits on the tree,
Why are they all growing, with harm?
In this hot and empty moments,
World is burning!
Seeing the sadness of the snow-clad mountain top,
The wild birds are tearful,
Unable to cope the sorrow of the moon,
One by one the stars are jumping down,
The problem of our natures' movement,
My world burns everyday!
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