All Things Must Die.
The Stormy east wind is
Straining with heavy gust.
The pale, grey sky is wearing
The indelible gloomy look.
I am staggering with my heavy heart
Shivering with ominous thoughts.
All around me is darkened, not a
Single light or candle is visible.
Even no life or thought is roaming.
The blue river chimes in its flowing
Under the most desolate universe.
All things must die,
The sky will be clear.
The river must shine.
Yet all things must die
Including me forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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