THE NEW COLOURS

Guess the rain had stopped,

the beautiful rainbow, with colours, came out;

a gift of God, at children shout;

being grown, no more curious about.

People grow with different way,

"I want to grow older"- they once say.

The path containing neither happy, nor calm,

they only want paper realm.

More or less, some still live,

they aren't from planet "money-thrieve''

From true love to pure curse,

they only want to fill their purse...

The Nature means nothing to 'em,

this generation is just shame.

The history is not gonna remember them,

aside elders, children live in world of game;

Not a game of Sweating!

A game of disaster making.

May the day comes,

the rotten world finally ends,

Where would be the realms?

Where would be the games?

The near disaster of the world can be seen,
 
interest in life is now keen....

Still remember the old days of greenary,

 where's the gold scenery?

May the Kami-Sama take a look at the Earth,

may the selfish fellows change their path.

Cheerful were the flowers,

people now are willing to go Mars!

That's not the success we want;

The world poured with despair scent.