In this lonely town.
We have started our revolution.
But you look so down.
I can't find a word for your isolation.
In this noisy city.
I am missing mother's food.
But it's pretty. If I go back, it is rude.
I finally found it was such a pointless,
but it's nice and fill my loneliness.
These my eyes being dry
so why don't you give me time to think
Satisfaction will tear us apart
and Conclusion is too far.
I can never work out'cos I don't even realize.