Trying best, crying less
Always finding the treasure chest
They will come, they will go
Life is all about how you stroll
Moving in, moving on
Why life has to be this hard
Having stress, making face
Doesn't belong in the right place
I know this doesn't make sense
But I'm just like the other rest
Always struggling, always fighting
Doing what I can til the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
struggling for life, I like it, thanks.