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And at the same place memorized

His parents by the filial tears

And weepy verses had inscribed

Being embraced by fatal fears.

The generations make a round,

Sprout out, mature and fade down

Controlled by Providence’s will;

Their issue follows same routine…

Thus, we, today in bloom and silly,

Grow up, enjoy, boil up and swing,

The ancestors to coffins bring.

But time for us will come, yes, really,

And the grandsons will oust us

And say politely “Bye, grandpas! ”