"Sun to-day and storm to-morrow.

Never can we know

When is joy or when is sorrow,

Happiness or woe...

The clock strikes. To-day is gone.

Man, proud man, oh think thereon!

From delight we pass to sadness

From a smile to tears;

And the boldness of our gladness

Dies within our fears.

The clock strikes. An hour is past.

Think, oh think, how all doth waste!"

(just a dream by perihelio)