There Is No Whiff

There is no whiff.
There is no pain.
There is no fear.
There is no sin.

Time is gone, door is closing in.

That what it’s born,
Just always dies.
We’re closing eyes
Before we fly.

Who am I, is it time to say goodbye?

We’re coming to this earth,
And tired passing through.

Everywhere is quiet,
That’s the last dance of the life.

When the end is coming,
There is nowhere you can hide.

Time is ticking faster,
Now it’s time to say goodbye.

See the new day come,
New page has begun.
Now you don’t have to run.