An Obscured Life

Life and Death, laid the foundation of bridge where we all have to cross once in a life.

We live between life and death;
As if it is the day and the night,
Or the morrow and the nightfall,
And it is today and tomorrow.

Death is so unreal to me,
I know nothing about it,
But I feel you in my heart,
Each day when I think about you.

Since life being honoured,
Death has come along with it,
So I ignored you for long ago,
You keep coming back to me.

Life is too precious to have,
Death should be precious as well,
We try and simply sundered these two,
But they’re bound together forever.

We blame that death shouldn’t be honoured,
We are so weak to understand her,
Shouldn’t we embrace her like yourself,
Nothing but it’s all of you?

The value of life itself,
Carried by the wrath of death,
That we all disagree with its existence,
But death is an obscure life.