What are they thinking In dreams we never decide We see what we’ll do.
The pond doesn’t care If the tadpoles live or die Its job is to be.
Raising the children The older generation Get another chance
These horses don’t move On their own. But we are both Riders and horses. 这马不自动 我当又马又牛仔 人一边两种
The flowers all know White butterflies will not wait For the second rain.