unsatisfied

Displeased, humanity

As time flies, years go by.
Many people are born, many die.
People walk in the sun, some walk under the moon.
The night is more intimate, too bad it ends so soon.

Every morning we look in the mirror,
wrinkles, dark circles, and imperfections, what a terror.
Humanity is always unpleased,
that's the way they are even when they are diceased.