I am a stray dog, wandering around the world.
Go along the road, go alone in shadow.
Why don't you know? I've been expressive so.
And now I like a coin.
One side hopeful, the other unknown.
I've tried hard, I've been worn out.
In the morning, you throw the paper away.
In the evening, it would set me warm.
Like a piece of shit, sometimes.