Buong tay

At dawn’s first light, gazing out the window by the river.
A radiant rose, blooming in its freshness.
Then night falls, and with just a passing wind,
The vibrant petals wither into fading ones.

How many moments of joy does life offer, my dear?
Let us cherish every single second of that happiness.
Do not regret how fleeting time feels,
For this world is but a place of impermanence.

We are but travelers passing through life.
Those years—who can know how long they last?
Sitting on the train of life, who can say
Which platform will be the final stop?

Empty-handed we arrive in this world,
And when we close our eyes for the last time, empty-handed we leave.
So why hold on to so much, my friend?
Let go a little—happiness may come to rest beside you.