what’s happening??

another side of life to lift I’m nothin’

another part of me… I’m dying

another deep inside of me…

there’s eyes… crying

weeping earth…calling

saying…. “what’s happening”

what’s happening? this living things

make all become… annoying

all become confusing

annoying

while the earth’s crying

there’s no man asking

where are them? who making

such a mess thing

whether I’m only asking

“where’s my beautiful living?”