Vanity of vanities, everything under the sun, everything will be forgotten.
All that you remember, wrapped around this world.
Grasping for the wind, where both the wise and the fools both achieve emptiness in the end.
Where does the time go? Who are we when we are all alone?


Wrapped up in this world, grasping for the wind where both the wise and the fools both achieve emptiness in the end.