Answer:
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
Where humans breath liquid?
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
Who works when he plays and plays when he works?
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?