Why Do You Cry! ! !

O ye men, why do you cry over thy death Even the brightest star, the sun Goes through the trouble and die every day. The wind suffers the tragic death At the hands of living creature From oxygen to carbon dioxide Then o men, why do you cry over thy death. This earth dies several times In drought, in flood and in quacks Yet it never loses its hope to revive Then o men, why do you cry over thy death. Don't you see the fate of a moon? From its becoming full till it vanishes It dies several times to give way to stars Yet it fights back to go on and on Then o men, why do you cry over thy death.