You must be too curious to know
Where you had been before you are born
With the same intensity of enthusiasm
You wish not to be remained unaware
How things went before the time is known
Since you came to know
Once one is born, he must test the taste of death
As none dares to claim immortality
Then, you must have in your imagination
How things would be when this cosmos would end
No matter how strongly you wish not
But in reality this cosmos would come to an end
The only points are how and when
No matter how it comes: in complete silence
Or as it was born with a big bang
But suddenly at dead-night would be nice and fine!
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