Life is so short,
To let it fly by,
Just like a bumble bee,
In the high sky.
Life will come to an end.
To see the sun rise each morning,
Makes me remember that a new birth has arrived,
And at night a death has passed.
The cycle of life will always continue.
Just like the wind,
Always traveling from place to place.
Never stopping,
Only moving.
Nothing can escape the circle of life.
No matter how hard it tries,
The world will always give life,
And take it away.
