Enthralled by the whispers of the night,
Deluged by a myriad forlorn dreams.
Like rain that promptly meets the ground,
Show again the smile of transience.

All that's beautiful cannot stay,
The fading spring complains of fall.
Like spinning tomes, the leaves fall away,
Like a painting the clouds shall recall.

Life's last flight, dance sweetly in the air.
Life's last cry, sees through me 'till the end.
Hold my hand as we pass this divine,
Cruel borders of life and death.

Reminded of the night's impermanence,
As I gaze at the misty, translucent moon.
That starry night won't ever be the same,
So for whom am I waiting in the wind?

All that's beautiful cannot stay,
The fading spring complains of fall.
Like spinning tomes, the leaves fall away,
Like a painting the clouds shall recall.

Life's last flight, dance sweetly in the air.
Life's last cry, sees through me 'till the end.
Hold my hand as we pass this divine,
Cruel borders of life and death.