Hold, hold up your fingers

when they dance

Because you don’t know when they will stop

Time always flies away

fleeting like birds of prey

Nothing will obey

the laws of those who betray

In this world we love,

we are the ones who perish

in our own demise;

They listen to a song while humming the tune

of their own death

Like a meconopsis who sang for her final breath;

And thus,

they danced.