The end begins the day one comes
The end begins, the day desire for immortality, begins to wane
Delicate and fragile moment it is; one observes the change, but
Sudden disappearance is not easy to accept
From the yawning emptiness of the pupils
It is easy to certify a dead
But not easy to accept the dead
In spite that denial is impossible
Gradually one falls apart
Painful is the final separation
Departure is certain
Not known is the final destination
One comes with fists closed, ready for aggression and acquisition
One goes with fists open, nothing can one take away
Leaves fall when the season ends
And the spring brings new buds on the trees