The value of life

The life is short, sometimes too much
But we don’t understand it.
A stupid word, a senseless touch
You’ll just want to return it.

Open the window, you will need
A plenty of fresh air,
The tear will wet your cheek indeed
You’ll think that life is not fair.

There are some people that you’ve liked
Some things you’ve used to do
But fate is rude, so they have died
And parts of your mind too.

You’ll never tell them “I love you”
You’ll never make them cry
The only thing you can do
Is to remember the value of life.

Концовка неудачная немного, ну да ладно)