Why live at all if you will one day die?
Why try at all if everything must end?
Why don’t you ever curl up low and cry?
Why fix what even you can’t truly mend?
Why fight through battles in a losing war?
Why struggle on when there’s no true encore?
Why force yourself against what has to be?
Why love at all with no clear future seen?
Why worry for tomorrow when we’re here?
Why not make all our fleeting moments full?
Why fear the path when we can walk with cheer?
Why can’t we see our cups are still half full?
Why sink at all when you were made to rise?
Everything has beauty because we die
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 7:14 AM UTC
Why live at all if you will one day die?
Why try at all if everything must end?
Why don’t you ever curl up low and cry?
Why fix what even you can’t truly mend?
Why fight through battles in a losing war?
Why struggle on when there’s no true encore?
Why force yourself against what has to be?
Why love at all with no clear future seen?
Why worry for tomorrow when we’re here?
Why not make all our fleeting moments full?
Why fear the path when we can walk with cheer?
Why can’t we see our cups are still half full?
Why sink at all when you were made to rise?
Everything has beauty because we die