Our life is like a leaf:
Grow and grow. Then with relief
It fall and fall at the wet ground
Making sad and endless sound.
But at the next, at the new year
Where it fell and died, here,
The new life will born. Not big,
But the next year it would be.
Then the tree would die again
With relief, not with the pain,
And here new life would born again...
It is worth us here to stay.