1. Never anticipate tomorrow's sorrow.
2. The wine of life oozing drop by drop,
The leaves of life keep falling one by one.
3. Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who, Before us passed the door of darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the road, Which to discover we must travel too.
4. The cheerful bird of youth flutters away I hardly noticed how it came and went.
5. Children are not the things to be moulded, But are men to be unfolded.
6. Dust into dust and under dust lies Sans wine, sans song, sans singer and sans end.
2. The wine of life oozing drop by drop,
The leaves of life keep falling one by one.
3. Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who, Before us passed the door of darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the road, Which to discover we must travel too.
4. The cheerful bird of youth flutters away I hardly noticed how it came and went.
5. Children are not the things to be moulded, But are men to be unfolded.
6. Dust into dust and under dust lies Sans wine, sans song, sans singer and sans end.
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