Morning is coming.

In the world, Even if the ordinary days are overturned The earth keeps spinning. It was in our ever-changing life Isn't it the only thing that doesn't change? The day begins, the light turns, the sun sets, and the night comes. No one doubts And a new morning will come again. There is no same sky, one and only. I wonder if morning will come tomorrow What makes me uneasy is It may be the end of my own life. Still, the morning is coming.