What a beautiful life is this
What a beautiful life is this Where humans don't have true identity, All seems to be like a puppet show, Oh, what a pity life is this! What a beautiful life is this Where emotions and feelings doesn't remain same, Wondering whether they wrapped it in a gift That passes here and there like a game. What a beautiful life is this Where all have to pass from the same phase, Still criticizes in their own bliss, oh! What a pity life is this! What a beautiful life is this, Where what you give will return soon, Either it's a dark or a shining moon, That's what I know, And that's all fair!