We die just by living on this earth, there is no way to
hinder it at all.
Being born, growing up, loving, having children, being
caught up in melodies of life, never thinking of our
lives as we are living them.
Aging, maturing, continuing to grow, no matter what goes
on in our lives here on earth, everything will always
end in death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem