If every life has its end, why come?
If every fate is unresistable, why come?
If every misery is to be endured, why come?
You come, to enjoy the warmth in mom's hug, but you leave early.
You come, to be bathed in sunlight, but you only have pale lamplight.
You come, to have a good sight of the far, but you have walls surrounding.
You come, to live a long good life, but you perish.
The fate is harsh, crisis is ambushing, you have nowhere to hide.
Risk is peeking, you don't understand, and you are not to defend.
Life is always too hard, fate is always unpredictalbe.
Happiness you manage to get is ruined in a flash.
The last moment you are still in jubilation, the next you are paralyzed and crushed.
Who has hand on our fate?
Who makes it savaging?
Gone you with your memories.
Gone you to your heaven, if there is one.
The pain you suffer left to us.
The misery you carry derive to us.
If there is next life, please don't come back.
If there is next life, please don't choose it.
A breeze, a piece of cloud, or a thread of soul.
When the day for dead comes, rain drips are supposed to show, sorrow are supposed to germinate.
Yet this moment, sunheat is spraying, wind breeze fondles my face.
At last, the time comes, to see you off, along the wide road, to the deep sky.
This day next year, I will bring you a drink to toast.
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