Hymn of Death
The life running in vast wild field,
where are you heading?
In the lonely world, rough confession,
what are you looking for?
This world which is made of tears,
is it going to the end if I die?
The lives seeking for happiness,
it is the emptiness that you are seeking.
Those smiling flowers and crying birds,
their lives are all the same.
The poor life indulged in living,
you are the one dancing on the blade of a knife.
-- repeat --
The dancing life engrossed in vanity,
do you know you are deceived?
Everything in the world is futile to you,
nothing exists after you die.
-- repeat --
Breakdown
modeled objects and rig in Maya and Z Brush
