To the honorable billion, billion of being wrong
Still searching for their way:
If you didn’t find it, perhaps it’s a sign it doesn’t exist.
To the honorable billion, billion of being wrong.
To the honorable thousands, thousands of plants
That will not hear my songs:
Till when will you float above the surface of salted waters?
To the honorable billion, billion of being wrong.
We have waited for you so much but you didn’t come.
Why are not you mine the way I am yours?
To the honorable single tired man
Who never had fun:
It’s not a duty to live, it’s a privilege to be alive.
To the honorable billion, billion of being wrong.
We have waited for you so much but you didn’t come.
Why are not you mine the way I am forever yours?