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?”