• Just like butterflies in a tornado
    We will all be torn apart some day,
    Whether by time, by illness or a gun,
    Death will come for us all in each way.
    What is my fate, O great king of knowledge?
    I know not what shall happen to me,
    All I know is of all possible fates,
    When it comes to pass then it shall be.
    Butterflies landing on a flower bud
    Has no great consequence, just as I,
    A mere pinprick on the state of the world
    Shall have no meaning after I die.
    So I ask you, O great Lord of Knowledge,
    What shall come to pass, what is my fate?
    Will I be a drop in a vast ocean?
    Will my effect on the world be great?

    I know not what shall happen to you, child,
    But I know at the end of the day,
    Unlike butterflies in a tornado,
    Every person shall choose their own way.
    You could be a grand prince or a pauper,
    It is your actions that make you strong,
    Anything could happen, remember that,
    And that days are short and life is long.
    Bear in mind that to Earth you are a day,
    And life is longer than you could know,
    The Earth will always be spinning around,
    Even centuries after you go.
    Many wise men tried living forever,
    To do this with their work is their way,
    Their days were long and hard, and took them years
    To get the same I get from a day.
    For if you live your life to the fullest,
    Be ready for what comes around the bend,
    If you are ever truly so happy,
    You would not worry about the end.
    So walk on, little one, do not ask me,
    I will not tell the end of your tale,
    Go out, be happy, be merry and live,
    I hope that I never see you wail,
    Write your own story, tell me how it goes.
    Joy is something that you can't measure,
    But if you live happily and live well,
    Then every moment is a treasure.

    Like butterflies in a tornado
    I cannot control which way you go.
    But like a boat moving towards the bay,
    You shall choose to follow your own way.