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Think of your lifetime as one day,
Reflect on your entire life as if it were a single day.
It's fading away,
Life is diminishing, slipping away.
The shadows are growing long.
The approaching end is casting long shadows.
Think of existence as a flame,
Contemplate existence as a flame, and death as rain.
And death as rain.
Death falls like rain, with storm clouds present.
Storm clouds there right along.
Imminent and foreboding challenges in the face of death.
At life's eve our flames will cease,
At the end of life, our flames will cease inevitably.
Eternally, unavoidably.
Eternal and unavoidable cessation of life's flame.
Eventually all paths will lead to the cemetery.
All paths eventually lead to the cemetery, symbolizing death.
We are but falling leaves in the air, hovering down.
We are like falling leaves in the air, descending without control.
Unaware we are spinning around.
Unaware of our descent, spinning around without realizing.
Scattered fragments of time,
Life is fragmented, moments scattered like fragments of time.
Like blinks of an eye.
Fleeting moments, comparable to the blink of an eye.
We are, that's all we are.
We are, and that is the essence of our existence.
Think of your lifetime as one year,
Envision your lifetime as a single year.
Look, autumn is here.
Autumn arrives, symbolizing the approach of the end.
Getting colder, the winter's impending.
The cold of winter is impending, reflecting life's harshness.
Your conclusion's drawing near,
Your inevitable conclusion is approaching, certain and stern.
Certain, austere.
Only the unending circle of life remains.
Yes, only the circle's unending.
Life's cyclical nature, symbolized by an unending circle.
At life's eve our flames will cease,
At life's end, our flames will cease eternally.
Eternally, unavoidably.
The inescapable and eternal end of life's flame.
Eventually all paths will lead to the cemetery.
All paths lead inevitably to the cemetery, signifying death.
To the prior deceased.
A reference to those who have previously died.
We are but falling leaves in the air, hovering down.
We are like falling leaves, descending without control.
Unaware we will hit the ground
Unaware of the impending impact with the ground.
Scattered fragments of time,
Life is fragmented, moments scattered like fragments of time.
Like blinks of an eye.
Fleeting moments, comparable to the blink of an eye.
We are, just when we realize that we are alive, we die.
We are alive only to realize that life ends in death.
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