World, I will feel bad
and cities will be gray.
People think a lot
and cities will be gray.
World, I will feel great,
as small as I might seem.
People think a lot
but the real moon stays far away!
Rockets!
Rockets won't reach you.
We'll never touch the perfect moon,
where is my cave?
Well, I might have found it just today.
World, I will feel bad.
World, I will feel great.