The clouds pass in the sky
The way my thoughts fly swiftly all around
The way the moon floats high above the ground
And in the distance die.

The wind blows like a breeze
The way I feel your breath upon my face
The way you give me gently your embrace
At dawn, beneath the trees.

The waves roll wild and free
The way the people can't endure the strife
The way they get prepared for a new life
And in the world they flee.

Time has a downward trend
The way the raindrops fall into the sea
The way the fruit detaches from the tree
And life comes to an end.