Literature
Dust on this Earth
For the whiff of the moment,
With closed eyes, timeless:
Everything we ever dreamed,
Everything we ever missed,
Slowly passes by and becomes free.
The moment, it is over ...Everything we are,
Is only dust on this earth,
Like fine grains in the wind.They are the same old songs,
People keep playing and singing,
Like a lonely drop on its path of life,
Which disappears in a huge ocean.
Everything we ever do, fades and goes by,
Like a withered leaf that is blown away from the wind.Everything we are,
Is only dust on this earth,
Like fine grains in the wind.Nothing is forever,
Just heaven and earth survive the time.
Time does not stand still, it ...
