Lyric

In the quiet fields, a life is born anew

With innocent eyes, the world seems gentle and true

Steps taken lightly, starting to explore

Unaware, its fate is already decided before

Searching for the meaning of being born, gazing up at the sky

Living with the ephemeral fate that one cannot defy

Yet, its entire life becomes a strength on which others rely

Oh fleeting life, you are beautiful, even as you die

The seasons turn, the flowers bloom and fade

Each moment carved in time, yet destined to degrade

Shadows grow longer as the sun begins to fall

A voice cries out, but the heavens hear it not at all

Searching for the meaning of being born, though the answer hides

Walking on a fragile thread where destiny collides

Even if the end awaits and silence draws near

Oh fragile soul, your light still lingers here

Why must beauty break so soon?

Why must silence take the tune?

Every heartbeat counts the lies

Every breath — a last goodbye

Searching for the meaning of being born, beneath the endless sky

Living with the cruel fate that forces us to die

Yet, in every tear and every voice that cries

Oh fleeting life, you are beautiful — even as you die