作曲：Over Arm Throw
be living peace beliving confact
And we did nothing but complain
Times have changed What do we
This is all we get after the
sacrifices we've made
Dear my songs... What can I do?
Dear my songs... if I lost all?
Even smallest thing must had
been my support
I seem to have forgotten dear my
We don't know how people used to
before Things must have been
fewer Even though people have
lived devising and failing and
fixingEven a kid.
Now we have many useful things
But we have too many needless
things We've become relying too