These fairs of life will never be less in this world Unfortunately I will not be there One day I will have to go what time what world No one will accompany me Every thing will remain here I will go alone
The world is the middle of the river What is the life of drops after all Water mixes into water This is the end result for water Catch your breath for a minute
The same spring will be here memories of love It will ruin and move on but the world will be the same There will still be the same hassles These fairs of life will never be less in this world Unfortunately I will not be there
