Lamb: who is God?
Man: I don't know.

Lamb: who are you?
Man: I am a man.

Lamb: so is God.

Talk to a fool
For he can speak some valuable words
But not give him a piece of advice for he will not value it

I am filled with blood and guts.
Nothing more,
maybe less.

Being a liar
You can befriend the fools
Being true
You can befriend the wise

If there were no tragedy
How would we have looked for happiness

A little care of a little creature
Is a bigger effort of a bigger heart

Even in darkness
The black rose will speak fragrance

Sledging
Is an art
Of the weakest

If you have some secrets
Don’t show them up
Through torn jeans

You can devide the state
Thinking you're valiant and more powerful
But you cannot devide the love of even a single person with his land
And this is your biggest defeat

You can just ruin your energy
Through sledging
As it's the work of an idiot
The win falls into the hands of the wise
who improve upon his technique
And brushes away bravely
Even the slightest chances of the loss

A drop of rain
A kid
A lamb
Both mischievous
Jump and dance and run
Through the lanes
To the roads to the sewage
To the river
And never returns to us