One tomorrow after another,
There are so many tomorrows.
Waiting each day for a tomorrow,
All of today shall go to waste.
We are all burdened by tomorrow,
Unaware of nearing old age when deluded by endless tomorrows.
Rolling waves flow eastwards at dusk and dawn,
The sun falls westward at the end of a long leisurely today.
How many tomorrows do we get in life?
Please hear this song of tomorrow by me.