As the sun rises, the sun sets.

So as we live, also we die.

As love blossoms, it begins to wilt

Hearts broken mend again,

And mended hearts will surely shatter.

Nothing's concrete, everything changes,

Love turns to hate

Belief to doubt

Life is always changing,

Even death is never the same

As this is written, feelings are erased.

Learning is forgetting

Hating is needing;

Even as you die, life lives on.