It's Usual

I think of the sky and can go there
Blown by the wind I feel at ease in the green
You bite at TVs what do they taste like?
Can you tell me the scheme of sunset skys?
You don't have the truth
In your many smiling faces
Object,Money,Empty words
That's all you can grasp another's kindness
From a small group that your greatest dream
(You say "It's usual")
Sunny is warm but will dry up someday
(You don't understand)
And you always want the moisture
(Well change into a frog)
And sink to the bottom of shallow pond

Is there a sky that you want?
Is there a sky that you want?
Swing with the green
Can you have this kind of time?
This kind of time