The lovely flower had reached its time,
gone are the blooms and all sweet wine;
the branch has lost all its leaves
when winter brings the yearly reliefes.
All things are fading
and never, never beginning again.
All things are fading
and never, never beginning again.
The sun must always leave the day
when moon has come for the nighttime's day.
All beauty is fading like strength and mind,
each ear will be deaf and each eye blind.
All things are fading
and never, never beginning again.