As a chessboard, our universe is alike
Once moved for up, once it goes down
When luck comes, you are the winner
When it withdraws, you are the loser
Life also alike having two hands of portion
When it opposes you, it turns unbearable
When it comes easily, it will be admirable
In each morn the sun would shine
Then in each evening it will decline
Thus our fate is transitorily confined
From cradle to grave, it is determined.
It is as if a shadow going prolonged
For a while then it will be retreated
Here a newborn had given birth
And there underground showing death
One spends his life giving him all options
Another suffering all days in bad conditions
One dedicates his life for good deed
Another for evil spurring his steed
One in poverty toiling days and night
Other in full luxury never fell on fright.
As much as this one or that one in need
Life never cares, for its wishes will proceed.