If the happiness is hidden, br in the brackets of human, br We may see the smiling human, br admiring their go down, br Where they have hunted br and kept all those hearts, br Cannibalistic feast, br drowned in the fantastic spirits, br But we see the frowned faces, br trembling in fear br On the canopy br of the dream fantasies, br With no added flavor, br they don’t know to love, br As the love is believed br to be bottled up in the shelves. br always left there for the revisit, br as it may not accompany us to be peaceful.