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A man is standing right against the mirror, to summon the past

His eyes look deep into the glass, expecting to see ol' days of fortune

But nothing good reflected on its surface, only tragic memories

The will of this old man has gone for long, and none can put it back!

What we do in life... Never be a failure...

What we decide to choose... A quality of each moment

Days and nights are passing over in a shift-like monotony

The pattern he's been familiar with, a discipline of life's elements

All those golden years he has left behind, got so hard to accept

Denying the fall and look to the throne, again and again...

What we do in life.... Never be a success...

What we gain for our living... Nothing but a survival kit...

The sky turned to grey as the rain started to fall down

No more crowds applause, no more stages, lights and cameras

The only sound he heard is the sound of a falling rain

The world is not the same, his life has never been the same

Does he forget the ancient words that say:

"Naked you came, so naked you shall leave"

We will take nothing out of this life's vanities

Except for our souls to be justified in this present world.