There is no straight road in this world
There is a winding one, full of mysteries
No one knows what is waiting ahead
Happy or a life's problem
Inevitably it must also be passed
There is no leaf that never withers
Beauty that turns into withering
It was once beautiful
It also had a function
It was once useful
Although finally when it withered
It was forgotten
Dead by the side of the road
No one cares