Writhing under the ruthless sun,
Feels like the god is gone

Or freezing to the verge of death
You delay taking the final breath

Dead hot or dead cold it’s just a nuance
Of the body turning into ruins

We can survive under certain weather
An AC is just a makeshift measure

The body heat can’t keep us stably warm
A weatherman cannot predict the storm

A sun cream can’t protect our skin
When a heat wave scorches everything

We are human plants on our greenhouse earth
Subjecting ourselves to premature death