Let Them Die

Those seeds, yes! those seeds, spread them over there Or maybe over here, or anywhere else, it can be Those seeds, yes! those seeds, let them die, embrace death Take this risk so rare; dig them in, but hey! not too deep, not too deep Those seeds, yes, you have some in your purse, or on your palms If you can’t find, may be they were snatched, or already had died The former was good, but the latter was seem so poignant Planted seeds will cultivate, the stolen were so fragile Those seeds! Grant them chance to prove themselves That when they die, they can live again and give you gain Otherwise they will be rotten and be eternally fruitless ‘Cause their master is so emotional, stingy, and afraid Those seeds, they were given, they were also be taken Naked you came, so as when you leave the earth Those seeds must be invested, do not waste them into waste Nor allow them to knot with themselves in the closet Those seeds, when fully bred, you will be richly blessed Just take courage, for a slight lose will soon be a huge success The harder it seems, the greater the exhilaration from victory But when they died straight, it’s not a loss, it’s still investment