Live as though it were your last day on earth. Some day you will be right.

Live every day as if it's going to be your last, and one day, you'll be right.

Sometimes I still worry that the next day will be the last day of the Earth.

If you live each day as if it were your last, someday you'll be right.

Garden as though you will live forever.

High buildings fall, black oceans rise, and coins sink in height
Where weapons smash in every grace, with every black and white
The east drops, the west too, children die and so do old
With every sin, and every crime, people drop by their gold

The ground wrecks to chunks where people tend to fall
And gardens turn dumps but the tiny bird’s soul
Fire, Wind, Water and Sun, all kill a birth
It just goes on to be the Last day on earth