Well, that's the whole story
A hill fool got full of himself
How much glory
Made of plastic

But what about your mind
The spacious valley that echoes like a drug
How about
How about

Well, that's the moral of the story
Your feet must stay on the ground
You can move cautiously
Even if the world isn't waiting for you

All our stories
Reach a common point
That there is no ramdomness

How about achieving calm
As if it were built of bricks