The war is around the corner. The time draws closer and quicker. The angel of death now comes nearer. Fire will catch both sober and stoner.
O dear! When life gets sour and bitter, when life turns disaster and uglier, shall we meet again in laughter?
Shall we cherish the moment and fill it with tender?
Shall we sing and drink and pretend it is never over?
Or we just find the very reason to surrender?