The dump is full of people

A round moon rises under the street lamp
A group of people is still flowing
Walk to the dump at 3am

The junkyard shines in the moonlight
Some people are crying sitting by the trash poke
They found their own here
Humans are not dry garbage, wet garbage
Recyclable garbage, non-recyclable garbage
Of course, I have to turn into the incinerator in the end

A full moon rises under the street lamp
This group of people realized that their own ending
Just like garbage

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