When I look at myself in the mirror, I felt again with a sigh,
One day I will die…
The concrete figure I see the face the skin the eye,
Will vanish in the sky…?
No traces will be found no laughter no cry
One day I will die…
The life I lived good bad, wrong right,
Won't make a difference to thy sight,
One day I will die…
Hopes to reach horizon, hopes to fly.
Will remain in the heart of cosmos never be materialized,
No matter how hard I try.
A piece of clay will get back to earth,
A piece of clay am I?
