A year has passed
And opened many doors.
Someone is still angry,
And someone has become a little kinder.
Who has the victory
Who has love,
Well, I'm launching a comet,
I still have young blood in me.
Something new and fun
What the world hasn't heard yet,
Or maybe something old and not fashionable
Which I've already seen.
Generally, that would not be all for the best,
Even if everything is useless,
After all, I live for greatness,
That's why I create.