Stopping people whenever it pleases, three lights taking turns while everyone rushes ahead. It isn't the impatient horns that matter. It's the question, how many minutes until they find an excuse to avoid being blamed? Look at humanity, always searching for reasons to escape the consequences. How proud they are to call themselves patient. Yet those three little lights, taking turns above the street, are neither an obstacle nor a villain deserving your curses. To whom would you entrust your safety, if nothing guided your way? It has always been there, while you have always been on your way to somewhere else. And in its silence, it simply makes sure you arrive safely so long as you obey.