Appreciation of youth, appreciation of the present.
Hair like grass I have.
The past haunts, the future is still unsaid
But my hair will grow again.
I've been kid, I will be old
And I see, I do see
the grass on my head won't be for long.
Then tell yourself-
If chances are you'll get bald,
If the fertile soil will turn to mold,
To water the green tuft
With the same gratitude of the gift.