I find something, something precious
in this nothingness;
I find my world, closely packed
in this nothingness.
...
Life
Life is a chance
it slowly moves on,
Left are memoirs
which last long.
It gives
never takes,
It makes our living a dream
from which one never wakes.
It fills our heart
never empties,
It makes us a special one
in the entities.
With people it crowds us
never leaves us alone,
In this world
which has a heart of a golden stone.
It gives us a solution
for every problem we create for ourselves,
We need to love it
so that wonderful moments are always kept in our life's shelves.