The riches can't go
Hoarding it will not be good
Living in it while we are alive
We can run off with our smile
We are born with nothing
We can only cry loudly
Letting our cry ring in the hall
We don't care others opinion
When we make our cut in life
We shouldn't forget where we arrived
We have nothing from the beginning
We will have nothing when we return
The riches in our names
Let it go no need to hold it
It will not help us where we are going
Ashes to ashes floating with the wind
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