Life passes like the shadow of a cloud, disappears like mist chased by the sun, and is overcome by its heat. Our days are like the passing of a shadow; once death comes, there’s no turning back—the seal is set: no one returns.
Life passes like the shadow of a cloud, disappears like mist chased by the sun, and is overcome by its heat. Our days are like the passing of a shadow; once death comes, there’s no turning back—the seal is set: no one returns.