There, the stars decorate the sky
The wind whispers one word, goodbye
This is life, this is life, the world will say
But the tear still leaks from moon's cold eye.
What time is it, I think I know
It's time the sun sank down below
So we the mountains, standing high
Will drown beneath this falling snow.
The seasons change, leave all behind
The past out of sight, thus out of mind
All must decay, none must remain
Memories lost, ensnared by time.
Is this life? Is this life? The moon bitterly says,
These children all gone, not to live another day
If so then life is cruel, is cruel
Brief moments a poet portrays.
But still there must be something, somewhere
To hold us from black creeping despair,
No knowledge of what may lie beyond -
But the burden is not ours alone to bear.
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