People love,
People are born,
People dream,
People die,
People hurt,
People sing about it…
It’s never enough.
Every season,
People still love,
People are still born,
People still dream,
People still die,
People still hurt,
People still sing about it…
Nothing new to learn.
Each time,
People just love,
People are just born,
People just dream,
People just die,
People just hurt,
People just sing about it…
Cycling races.
In the end,
People won’t love,
People won’t bear,
People won’t dream,
People won’t die,
People won’t hurt,
People won’t sing about it…