It's all temporary.
The sun, the moon and the stars. They all temporary.
The hurts, the pain and the tears, they are all temporary.
The Scares the bruises and the knocks. they are all temporary.
The beauty and the ashes are temporary.
The wealth and the poverty.
The joy and happiness
The ups and the downs.
They are all temporary.
Everything's gonna fade away someday. Then we'll all lay on our earthen bed from whereon We'll look and realise that; whichever was our number here, be it 100, be it 120, or 50. It was brief.
What is your life o you man? But a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.