Just like the moon and stars,
Shines bright in the sky,
The winds are blowing,
The trees swings round and round
Flowers are blooming,
Birds are singing melodious songs,
The cocks are waking the people....

Just like my days are blowing round and round
With saddened songs,
Waking my bruised life,
To triggering me into death,
Oh! Just imagine that life

"THE BEAUGLY LIFE"