Lock the bathroom, so that no one will be deceived
Read a simple book, with a story in which people do not die
At the front of the long line of beggars, you were distributing warm bread
You are having a dream, of a baby's pram that had been left behind
Lock the bathroom! So that God can't come inside
"Don't laugh at being being able to be satisfied through only continuing to become filthy"
You, with an innocent smiling face, have probably been gazing at the smiling faces of the children playing in the park
A baby's pram that has rusted away, carries a bouquet of flowers along
By continuing to become filthy, I laugh at being able to be satisfied
Your hair grows, and I end up forgetting your face
Lock the bathroom! So that nothing will be lost anymore
Could you, with an innocent smiling face, have been gazing at the smiling faces of the children playing in the park?