How the city is decaying,
With frustration and remorse in the chest.
It will have to live a few more days.
It lasts from morning to evening
Corrosion reactions.
In the heart of this city lies the desert,
Every morning brings bad news.
Throughout each manuscript
I saw so much pain,
The author's manuscript remains unpublished.
There is a long way to go
Must go to the specific goal,
Many arrangements may fail,
A little carelessness, a little against the rules.
It was almost evening and there was more way to go
There is no time to stand.
It may be gloomy
But don't let it take away
Hope for better days
These two lines are real part of our life...