I want to live until I die.
A life with real hope, not just the act of living.
This urban winds arranges my living,
But don’t let me to live.
I make my dreams to live,
But my dreams make me to leave.
Something could be better for me.
Now just something left, others have gone.
Sometimes I think of that something’s,
When my dreams don’t let me to dreams.
But these urban winds made me trained,
To live happily without happiness.
Now I can just hope of a little hope,
Which may help to save myself.
From this urban winds, the winds of modernity.
I need something quite new,
Inspiring the winds modernity, not the urban.