Short necktie, hands reach out towards the sky,
We come and go,
Along with a long journey, so another can hear our story.
Drizzling rain, we dress almost the same,
We are going to attend for a wedding or a funeral,
Does it make any different, in the end we look for someone to blame.
Golden ring, brown coffin with silver plating,
A family will be born and people will cry,
Life never ending, everything is the starting.
Young fill with energy; the elderly will be facing with cruel reality,
When old time comes we only hope it will be better,
We sip either coffee or tea, friends for us to satisfy.
Time moves on, waiting events beyond,
Life is so sad and so happy,
Live for a reason, as if tomorrow never come.
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