Why my sun has gone,
why did you let the dark come…
Why do we born and die?
What is our life path?
What the destiny will bring t0 us?
Maybe this is how the life is,
When then sun rises – light,
When it goes down – dark…
Like a fragile life that is reminiscent of…
Tree branches swirl from the winds
The silver leaves is falling
it’s already autumn…
The North Wind is dying,
When the sun goes down, it’s dark,
As the sun rises, it’s light…
How fragile life reborn again…
What are we looking for here?
Where will this road lead…
How soon life will be lost?
Like the birds I want to get up
And touch the sky, see the world…
But will slither the ground like worms…
Maybe this is life,
When the sun rises – light,
when it goes down – it’s dark…
Like a fragile life that reborn again…
About the Creator
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