Smelling parfume of the city

While engine by engine moved

Adding the crowed that already

Fulled every eyes

The sky still blue sometimes

Trees still green naturally

The man keep on busy somehow

People keep on moving rapidly

Do they know that the world going to finish

Do they realize that the earth going to vanish

Everyone wants to settling up the problems

Everybody pursue their own kind of happiness

But still so much of them can't reach

Even sadly they grap the wrong piece

Lord, what's going on? Tell me!

Peoples are everywhere,,,

How can so many people ended just like a snap of finger,,,

So easy,,,

Human is not coincidence,,,

Am I right?

Lord, Oo Lord

Have YOUR mercy,,,