Nobody knows

I don't believe in the people. I don't believe in the hope. I don't believe in the dreams, when it is a flower on the grave no one picks it up more.
see from afar a sunflower so flourishing and vigorous catch because it brings Goia is for fools, so everything is easy. when it is a flower on the grave no one picks it up more. understand, no one tries to do so. The world is shocked by selfish, now that everyone has to follow the flow, like the waves of a sea of black dirt and oil falsehood. Everyone thinks they are not alone but also because they are in the midst of a thousand boats will feel at home there. nobody knows...what happens is disappointing but now I've stopped believing. and with a sinister smile, forced almost every day trying to be understood. Revenge, hatred, misfortune, there is more tolerance, there is no kindness, no longer strives to understand or to love, they all follow what is easier, but the wind flowing in the opposite direction to the love and all head alone in a field desolate and sad at the edge of the wind and nothing, where everybody cries themselves and no one believes.