A bud once appeared,

It blossomed and spread fragrance,

It would be withered;

A star once shone up in the high,

It emitted light,

It would burn into ashes in the sky;

A river started flowing from a glacier,

It nourished lives on its way,

Would meet the ocean and stop flowing ever;

Sense of love grew in hearts,

Made life beautiful; age, time,

Would decimate it into parts;

Men were born with a vision,

Shown path to all,

Would die in isolation!