The day, that day, u know which day,
we aren't trouble, we aren't in trouble,
here you see, there you see,
happiness are on streets,
One day, that day, don't know which day,
we are in symphony or are we in symphony?
eating pie or finding pie,
isn't mysterious,
begging beside you or deep inside you is common,
Last day, that day, we both know that day
the stone can you see, can you see??
no,not really 'cause you feel low,
of me a povert grow,
Happiness is scribbling inside,
Happiness is not so pure line,
happiness is becoming burden of mine, don't know of your side !!
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