Tomorrow comes and again comes tomorrow,

　　Tomorrows are like rivers that endlessly flow。

　　If all my things are put off till tomorrow,

　　My time wasted to no purpose will brew woe。

　　All mortals are tired for the sake of tomorrow,

　　The passage of time will make them old before they know。

　　In the morning they see water eastward running,

　　At dusky they see the sun in the west low hanging。

　　How many tomorrows are in your lifetime, do you know?

　　Please listen to me sing the Song of Tomorrow。