Everything’s meaningless.
Knowledge is meaningless.
Wisdom is meaningless,
so the teacher says

Generations come and go,
but so the earth remains.
Toil underneath the sun,
and tell me what you gain

You chase the wind.
You can’t hold it in your hands.
it’ll drive you mad,
when you try to understand.

What has been will always be,
and will always be again.
Nothing new under the sun,
what ends begins again.

The eye can never see enough,
the ear can never hear,
enough to satisfy the mind.
This all will disappear.

You chase the wind.
You can’t hold it in your hands
it’ll drive you mad
when you try to understand

You chase the wind
you can’t hold it in your hands.
It’ll drive you mad,
when you try to understand.