Deep inside the heart
We're jealous of other's fortune
Yet they are jealous of what we have
So what's the point of jealousy?
To take down their fortune
To break people's fortune
So that we can have what we don't have?
Then... Is it satisfying you?
Is it worthy seeing people's doomed
Humans never know boundary until they've falled

Deep inside the heart
We're jealous to something we don't have
A family
A friendship
A lover
A fortune
A knowledge
A fame
A beauty
We're not perfect
Yet God just want to see if we can build that
That which things we want but don't have
Would you create it or stole it?
Hardship never end
So does easy way doesn't end well
People are blinded by their desired heart
They will do anything in order to archived their dreams
While destroyed other's dreams
How can humanity lost so easily?

What do you live for?
For yourself of course
Then, as long you are 'happy' blinded by fortune
This world will be forever corrupted
So does your heart
That's why...Your sympathy is nothing
Because in the end
Everything repeated and you will live normally like you always do
Like a robot repeating action
Because you're just following the orders
Without knowing what to learn and what to use to change the world...
"Thank you so much"