At the intersection you can hear the clock and people's footsteps,
At the intersection, sometimes, a car is smashed up,
only to turn up again.
The moon on the clock face,
the hands keep turning........
I love spiritual stuff, the cluster of beads - healing all the sorrows while glorifying HIM. Somehow I found myself certain that happiness is a snare and a delusion. Let's see. Each birth was celebrated with joy, cakes and ale. So what happen when somebody dies? Yeah, the cries take too age-long to stop. Why don't you save the happiness a bit so that you won't suffer for mourning? Hem?