A human’s a frail thing, a plaything of Circumstance
They’re the bridge between two deaths, a death which is inevitable
Even a birthday itself is but the start of a path to dying
The fable of Man and Life is an anecdote of leaves in the wind
When we first breathed, it was the start of a journey
With every breath, we ran a thousand times towards death
In this short gamble, we lost the battle for Being
Until we see a smile, we’ve built a mirror of tears
Today alone is the opportunity to be lovers
Tomorrow, we’ll ask one another: are you a stranger or an enemy?
Oh you who know me today, believe in my love
Tomorrow you’ll be a stranger, take this day to the end with me
The birth of any story is but a short road
The beginning and end are death, Being is the path between
But since we lie helpless at the feet of Destiny
Come, let us die together, maybe we’ll return someday!
A human’s a frail thing, a plaything of Fate
They’re the bridge between two deaths, a death which is inevitable
Even a birthday itself is but the start of a path to dying
The fable of Man and Life is an anecdote of leaves in the wind
