Some are lonely, some in noise,
Some lost, some full of joys.
At night, the world is a fair,
Yet some are left alone there.
Village to village, hill to hill,
Man keeps moving by his will.
Time will pass with song and play,
Enjoying life along the way.
What role does each one play in the game?
I sit and think, what is my aim?
4.34pm 31 Aug 2026
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