The Goldfish Bowl

The Goldfish Bowl Once injected with water, sorrow becomes colorless and tasteless Inside the glass bowl, all lives only live seven seconds The same route, again and again -- The beginning is the end. Stubborn as Sisyphus Eyes watered and drifted away A trace of love burns I have a sister on Flower Road She is the most colorful fish in the bowl No brand, just serve regular customers I've always been fascinated by the sublime sense of her up-rolling eyes In the goldfish bowl Happiness is greater than loneliness The men and women of Flower Road know it When I walk by with my head down Stares in the dark shoot me like arrows My sister sleeps at dawn, wakes at night and easy to forget all “should” or “should not”