There are some days
when all I see is the color grey.
Full of smoke, full of smog
Full of emptiness in the world that's sorrounded with disgusting fog.
You feel it, so do I
and we hear the mother nature's cry.
We hear the animals, the creatures
who needs help to save their own natures.
Do we want to see tomorrow?
Or do we want more sorrow?
Let us take the step forward
and restore this beautiful world by not being a coward.