Everyone's life is a picture,
Painted by only one person,
Life itself.
The picture shows everything your doing,
And everything you've done.
But sometimes, life gets tired.
And it doesn't want to paint a picture.
So, life sends problems to stop you,
If you give up, your picture is finished.
If you keep going on, your picture goes on too.
So my question is:
How soon do you want to see your picture?
Do you want to see it now?
Or later, when there's so much more than before?
It's your choice,
I'll keep going.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem