A fleeting life,
A rain drop,
Starts from being the purest,
As it falls,
It starts losing its shape,
And ends filled with filth,
Dust and smoke,
Still makes the river,
That quenches everyone's thirst,
A fleeting life,
A rain drop,
Starts from being the purest,
As it falls,
It starts losing its shape,
And ends filled with filth,
Dust and smoke,
Still makes the river,
That quenches everyone's thirst,