My years are getting fewer
They vanish into the air
Like smoke into sky
Nothing that lasts
Will be left after me
I build a sand castle
It sinks into its place
Won't last until tomorrow
It's pointless to make
A continuous path
If everything disappears
What if the eternal stream of life
Breaks like a decayed bridge
What if I get lost on my way to the ship
Can I build a heaven out of ash
This moment is all that is certain
On thin ice my soul travels
Forgive me maker, for I bother you
Can I build my heaven out of ash
You're saving money in a box
You use the money with interest
Probably on a stone house
But why do you think like that
if your bed was made into moss