Burnt out!
Life will be a burnt out wick
If you are not listening the sound of your body
Work days and nights to meet family's responsibilities and for pleasure
One day suddenly got sick and bedded
Who is going to watch over you?
You spent a lot of your time for a plastic card?
You will die with empty hand not knowing the meaning of life.
Win Naing
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