The rain in Spain falls mainly down the sewers. Children rise and drink the morning, speeding away in the night. Whereas one of us is kindly snoring in the morning, nocturnal emission efficiency.
Adulthood, adulthood, where is the joy? Where is the delight of knowing where we are? To be a small fish in a big pond; no, a small fish in an OCEAN again. To be a star in the universe. Nothing lasts forever, and neither does childhood. I look over my life and wonder if I’ve lived it properly.
I am the reign of today, looking over the big pond world.