A tiny ivy seedling

Climbs along the wall of this skyscraper

It scales higher and higher

We raise children and spend

Our youth with them and into the old age

And we forget how much it has grown

During our years

Our ivy plant clambers onto the rooftop

And the clock grows

Until a fire gnaws on it.

The memory of our existence goes up in smoke,

And alas!

We were never here.