She holds a toffee apple like a child br And he plays the mouth-organ mild. br They pass the time in the messy world br And they go on a ride in merry-go-round. br br Though it’s bitter; Life is a carnival for them br And they make fun of showing realism. br Someone laughs at them who believes nihilism. br Sun & moon rise and set but never met in the sky of individualism. br br He is alone like a featherless bird and very unhappy today br As it seems she flew to another cage secretly. br Now he feels the weight of life like mercury br And the mouth-organ plays the song of melancholy.