Between life and death

One day spring becomes winter in my eyes.
 One day the sun is cold on my hands.
 One day everything is empty in my dream.
 One day, magic-world paves roads..

I'm like in the middle of the day.
 Which day was good and which was bad?
 On the brink of death with life.
 I'm coming and going, God bless.

 Then as I read and learn, I.
 I saw that there was no return.
 I have the right to die and to live.
 There was no one who lived or died more than once.

 Life is a gift from God to me.
 I want to exist from my ashes.
 What's your business, what's your business?
 From my spring flowers that I smelled in winter.