I know and understand every bit of this
Life is short and sorrowful for every living soul
Our time in this plane of existence is brief and our days are numbered
Life: the survival of the fittest on this plane of existence
We are flowers that fade and shadows that vanish
We are labourers longing for our wages
We are slaves in search of shade
We are like streams and lakes, after water has gone
We fall into sleep of death, never to rise again
Until the sky disappears
Our ancestors were so wise, so learn from them
Our own time has been short like fading shadows
I cried to the gods: why don’t you leaves us alone
And let us find some happiness while we toil and labour?
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