The old days, the old ways
have flown like birds from a cage
like dramas from my youth
I looked away for a second 
and they were gone

In the old days
obstacles were rudely hacked from the path,
shells were smashed to reach their treasure.
You make to manipulate the entire environment
for your own benefit;  laugh in the end
and adapt yourself to the situation.

Other people constitute today's environment,
each is a star in a galaxy of eight billion.
I look from one to the other and wonder
how much has changed, can ever change.
Let each one adapt to the new situations.