Wisdom calls aloud in the streets,

But somehow I cannot hear.

The song of the songster rhymes,

But I wonder I can sense not.

The voice multiplies a million a second,
But the sound of silence deafens.
I see everyone sense the sound,
But the sense senses a sound without sense.

The brisk voice is joyous,
But the sound turns a deafening silence.
The voice of the songster sounds,
But I wonder I can sense not.