I am wondering why people die so soon.
Not because of misunderstanding?
Why are there so many deaths?
Why are parents bury their children?
Why... are we so worried about dying?
Or should I... say living?
These are the things I think about.
What is the purpose of living if we're going to die at the end?
If we deserve to die, why haven't we found a cure?
If we die, what is there to see us through?
This I think about.