when we are happy the tears roll down,
When we cry over our sadness, smile exchanges frown.
This irony is not the misery which it seems to disguise,
Instead its the part of the term called life.

The solitary moon and the stars in the night sky seems more friendly,
The sun and the clouds in the morning seems more lonely.
The smile on the little child makes you feel dejected,
the gloom on the old woman makes you healed,
this uncanny feeling is not strange, which it seems to disguise,
Instead its the part of the term called life.