He don't know,
why he is caring again, after knowing that his yield never mattered.
He don't know,
why he is loving again after knowing, the beautiful flower will fall someday.
He don't know,
why he is trying hard after knowing, a dead plant can't give green leafs.
He don't know,
why he is pretending after knowing, no one cares a old rust car.
He don't know,
why he still lives in such a dark forest being alone