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
