Why is it all about money?
Men work really hard to collect money
Till no love left but love for money
And your heart is blinded with greedy
Money comes, money goes
You can work as much as you want
Pretend that it's all that matters to your happiness
But when it goes, what's left for you?
In your mind is a big question how to enlarge your profit
This time, you can buy your friendship with golds
But until when will they stick with you?
When you are withered, who stays?
Before you lose your mind,
can you take a little from your precious time?
Look at people around you,
Have you taken their love for granted?
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