Every day, like flowers, we paint our colors into this world.
We are close to perfection. 
(Song True colors)

Meanwhile, all the living, from the very beginning, dies a little with every day that passes.

Every creature blooms and withers.   
(Song People wither) (meaning of the song)

Listen to this 95-year-old woman who is close to the end of her life in this body.

So, remember, connect with nature, and go slow.