Birds over trees do not know when hunter will shoot them.
They happily chirping, singing, and swinging over branches.
before they fall motionless, unknown of what is death.
that floats in the air above head every moment.
Behold, if you know there is the end, coming near.
Cycles of seasons and you are part of wheel,
You are licking material world, burning other side.
One who came will go without exception.
If you are wise, strive for your dream,
Before candle turns off, and leave you in dark unknown.
Don’t be slave of sins and dirty your time.
Be crazy but live pure upon this earth.