The days are winded,
Nights are immersed in groans.
Downhearted spirits are losing the calm,
And boiling tempers of people are burning the pleasant hearts.
Caliber is keeping the beings floating,
But maundering thoughts are weighing the productivity down.
Jovial vicinities are soaked in a scary shawl,
And beings are seeking a hearty epoch,
An epoch of a productive life with proper guards.