BALLAD OF THE DRUNKEN MAN

Her silence is almost like a breeze

and as they were in the winter

all got frozen

That man only look at it feeling lazy

he had traveled many roads

and did not to prove anything for anyone

He just contemplated that issue thinking twice

and he doesn't care about to crack that whole ice

Glancing towards to the other direction he feels the wind;

the wind changes

the wind always changes

ever and ever...

Morpheus