Why does that drive me all the time?
But why doesn't he understand,
Nothing to give him,
Because my mind is burdened with sadness.
You or I who are in this world,
Pushing away the thought of death,
I laugh and joke all the time.
This is us shouting again-
Brushing our surroundings,
As if the thought of death is my only job-
And that's why I'm spending my busy time with it.
Sometimes in this tiny heart,
Just a small question gives a peek,
Not really death-
The struggle to survive in this short range of life is great.
With that in mind, when I couldn't get to the edge of anything,
Immediately one of the formless thinkers, the superman,
Hitting my drowsy moment hard, he said,
O wretched atheist, think of death.
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