To the future society, to whom I take pity
My wish is to give you my sincere sympathy
For I know the world, to you may not be pretty
For I know it dreads you on its uncertainty
To the future society, who shall inherit the world
I offer you my arms to cry on, my hand to hold
For I know that hearts, to you went cold
As doors of hope for you shut and closed.
To the future society, shall you be in despair
Do not frown for tomorrow’s yet another day
With promises of joy and a life that is fair
For I know a blooming future is on its way.