living life

All the days of glory and power of young, only a memory, gone never to return ... Life is like a drama, which became the king's not really a king, only the role on stage alone. The end of the drama ends well all roles. Life is like a dream, as beautiful as anything, so get up, it all vanished without trace. Luxurious house like palace, countless possessions, status and position of extraordinary, but ... ... ... ... .... When the last breath comes, even a needle can not be taken away, any clothes can not be owned ...