A man is standing right against the mirror
to summon the past.
His eyes look deep into the glass,
expecting to see ol' days of fortune
But nothing good reflected on its surface,
only tragic memories.
The will of this old man has gone for long,
and none can put it back!
What we do in life, never be a failure.
What we decide to choose, a quality of each moment.
Days and nights are passing over
in a shift-like monotony.
The pattern he's been familiar with,
a discipline of life's elements.
All those golden years he has left behind
got so hard to accept.
Denying the fall and look to the throne,
again and again...
What we do in life, never be a success.
What we gain for our living, nothing but a survival kit.
The sky turned to grey
as the rain started to fall down.
No more crowd's applause,
no more stages, lights, and cameras.
The only sound he heard
is the sound of a falling rain.
The world is not the same,
his life has never been the same.
Does he forget the ancient words that say:
"Naked you came, and naked you shall leave!"
We will take nothing out of this life's vanities,
except for our souls to be justified
in this present world.