Why?

Why should we feel sad,
when we can love and be loved?
Why should we pour tears of despair,
when we can look for happiness?

If I could speak to all,
who pass by on the street,
I would say to them:
why you leave so quickly,
without looking at the sun?

And they will answer me
with a look of hatred:
why not look at your job?

Why should we feel sad,
when we can love and be loved?
Why should we pour tears of despair,
when we can just be ourselves?