Trái tim thật hay đá The real heart or the stone

The real heart or the stone

The stone in my heart already knows how to shake
When the world is waiting to fall into the hole
Which dark abyss?
Which city is tighted with isolation?
Which country hiding sadness?
People who do not dare to face ones
Hands do not dare to shake hands
Doubt is the fashion of the modern, civilized age

Oh war, damn war!
Oh plague, damn it!
Oh locusts, damn locusts!
Oh tsunami, goddamn tsunami!
Oh man is forced into a vicious cycle of hunger, unhappiness, sadness!
But my heart can’t be divided into billions of pieces
My tears were pouring into a waterfall of hundreds of thousands of meters
Dedicating yourself to the happiness of mankind
To remove the bitterness of temporary life
Is there any light that glimmering in the candlelight?
Are there any sparks that are fireflies?
Is there any light from an old-fashioned kerosene lamp?
But then it also fades with the days of decay.