Yet far from being sleepy,
Eyes are wide open,
Fancy flying in the air.
Done this, done that,
Yet there’s emptiness within,
Been there, been everywhere,
But in the crossroad still standing.
Cut the house lizard’s tail,
Worrying is not the reptile’s game,
In the coming days you’ll see,
The tail will germinate again.
Ignore the passing time,
And let the opportunity fly,
Days and nights you would wait,
But never will it come at once.
The lizard’s life and fate,
Isn’t like of the human race,
For when a man’s part is cut,
Forever it will never be back.
