We are all given the same gift

We are all given the same gift, wrapped in different covers.
Dealing with these differences, everyone has their own preferences.
Some complain about it, and some try to explain it.
But whoever opens the cover, knows that the gift won’t last forever.
Although no one knows the order, it certainly will be over.
I didn’t choose the cover, but I think it doesn’t really matter.
I like to feel deserved when my round is over, then, it’s the only thing I like to remember.