Why is the sun, so happy always it seems?
Since that a ray of hope it illuminates.
Of the masses, to the innumerable lives.
People of the lows, people of the highs
People of the smoky bars, people of the ballrooms, puckish!

Calmness in the air, merrymaking by the swarm
For a drop of honey, yet the crushing of the Properties on the far side. Piercing of noise,
Aloud, of the souls.

The friendships, the passion for love, the hysterical laughter, the nights, blurry!
The world yearns for a better place....
The place unapologetic, besides, the race of the Good times. With aspirations, with high hopes.

The old...