If I were the last person on earth lasting in its mirth,
I would be the happiest soul who achieved their goal.
I would yearn to mount over hills and collapse underneath the bills.
I would travel far and wide
without any fear or spite.
There would be no one to vie with
nor anyone to guess the unprecedented.
No one would thwart my entry
‘Cause I’ll be the majesty.
But nothing on this earth gives happiness forever
And soon all resources will dry up together.
So no longer do I dream about the day
When I’ll be the last person on this blue piece of clay.