People enjoying themselves in many different ways, expressing their desires in food, drink, and get-togethers with family.
Altogether separate roads we all seem to take, yet somehow we all have pleasurable moments in our lives.
Slowly advancing years take us along wayward paths, difficult for some to follow as minds become feeble with other uses.
Midnight descends and we are left without our final sunsets at the end of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem