The sky is still blue and the leaves are still green,
But those are the only things left that I have seen,
That still exist just like they were made.
Even their splendor has started to fade.
Running fast, where are we headed to?
We're spinning round, you feel it, too.
All sense of direction we had was lost;
There's no protection from the bitter frost.
It's a chill wind that bustles and blows;
Inside me a sense of apathy grows.
The world is full of terror and strife;
Only children still remember the meaning of life.
DragonSlayer