Tell me, what can I do with the fallen leaves?

Tell me, what can I do with the drops of rain?

The fallen leaves will be carried away by the wind, who knows where?

Maybe, they will get apart and will never meet. And the drops of water, some will be absorbed by the the ground, others will be scattered, here and there and who knows where they will end ? And if all passes and nothing stays, tell me, what will be left of you, of me?