After all, I was just a paper bill An exchange for something you love. After all, I was just a paper bill A printed piece that can be crumpled, given, and lost.
One came with a tool Looked for the best soil Started digging until Every layer could be seen Making the little rock to fall deeply The lowest of all grounds Saved the rock It fell without one Holding it back It fell with no sound The little rock broke Bits scattered Joining the tiny pieces from before No one dared to pick it up
"You dig a hole because you want to build something in it" "I dig to make use of the soil."
when the rain pours, does it tire? like the wind blows, does it fade? the sun shines until five do you recall? you wiped my tears, to let the new one fall.