In the Festival of the World
You walk alone in the streets of the city
Cold and lonely in the festival of the world
Has now grown into a middle-aged woman
In order to escape from the family you endure the hardship of an arduous journey
At night you look into the cell phone to find someone who can chat with
Always there are considerate and warmhearted people
Trying to teach you 'the true meaning of life'
They make your palms sweat
In the morning you
See loving fathers and faithful sons
See husbands and wives who seem to respect each other
And hear the animated car sounds
But you love those people in the breakfast store
Who are as solitary as you are
In the diffused festival atmosphere
Scattered and few
Listen to me
In case you're enough sober
For sure will be abandoned by the world
Just like you have abandoned the world, long ago
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