You're all about work and business,
Traveling, on stuffy trains.
You come home tired,
Look what happened to you!
Eyes grow dimmer every day,
Have been burning with fire for a long time.
The smile is fake, all the feelings are fucked up,
Oh yes! Of course, that you are a graph,
Reports should be submitted,
Come on, I don't care.
Money is not the main source of happiness,
And this idea is not new to you,
Drop the business and let's go to the park,
Then to the animals at the zoo,
We have countless beautiful places,
I believe there is even happiness,
It just needs to be seen,
Then your eyes will burn, like all current affairs.
They will seem like a grain of sand at the bottom,
The bottom of the sea of happiness and love,
Call me whenever you want.
Happiness
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