Whenever I look upon the river of time
I grow fearful of my time for death
yet when I feel I am going to die
I always think of what I have lucky
I wish I would not think of it,
but I never believed any of it.

Whenever I look upon the river of time
I grow fearful of my time for death
yet when I feel I am going to die
I always think of what I have lucky
I wish I would not think of it,
but I never believed any of it.
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