The sun will rise, the sun will set
Up in the east, down in the west
Take a look at life and understand
That nothing ever changes from its plan
The leaves turn green, then turn brown
And they get scattered all through town
The air is warm then turns cold
I once was young and soon Ill be old
People are born only to die
This plan is cruel but we must abide
A life begins and then it will end
And this will continue again and again
In terms of time, the present doesn’t exist
Time is continuous, forever it’ll persist
The time we have you should know it’s borrowed
We have limited yesterdays and unknown tomorrows
So when the rays of the sun penetrate your face
And the wind around you feels like an embrace
Don’t worry about whether its cold or hot
For the sensation is a sign that life you still got
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good sensation, I like it, thanks.