Tastes of life can differ
But when time goes by
We all are fated to wither
We all are fated to die
Different ways to go
Different ways to waste
Precious days, although
Hope's still can be raised
By the end from the beginning
Every instant of joy has price
Wanting to get the deep meaning
You really have to sacrifice
Tastes of life can differ
But when time goes by
We all are fated to wither
We all are fated to die
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