1. Tell those who linger in this world, why do you
Sleep as if awake, not knowing what's to come

2. Where are the rulers and tyrants before you
Who passed away and their times have gone

3. Competing for status, which is fleeting
For there is only one Driver in the end

4. This life is but a blink, and dwelling a grave
Grazing but a snatch, roses but thorns

5. Look upon this age with its own eyes
And it shall return your gaze with hatred