To feel the warmth of a new dawn,
To have the true promise to keep.
As the sun is gradually rising,
So is the life in its success;
Triumph is not made overnight,
Nor it is done without a mess.
When the beacon begins to set,
So does the life in twilight zone;
A period of decline arrives
At man’s body in flesh and bone.
Like the sunset, man takes a rest,
Because of toil made in the ground;
He goes to bed neath night shadows,
In his slumber deep, sweet, and sound.
The sunrise sees the break of day,
As the young’s life has just begun;
The sunset waits for the old guy,
Life in this world is like the sun.