Snowing on a Friday night In April, in the middle of Thought it’s all springtime What’s going on, in the world Blowing up in my mind Just need some air, like a circulation Stuck in my room everyday Like a robot, doing the same routines Once you leave the door The world is there for you All the “ordinary” time we lost Without realizing it Looking up the sea overhead Clear, wine-colored Seems she’s not crying anymore What’s in her mind, with the bright sunshine Shining on faces of us Who’ve ruined deeper ground There's no more her pure smiles Cause we can’t pay for it Knowing of the cry of Mother Doing the same things, round and round Once we go through the labyrinth Spring’ll soon, be here again