So what you see is only half of the life
Half is left, for to see
life's an ordeal
a sport
Life's an vigilant to feel
a preparing life
The way with dual ways
For its you who's day will be mist and assure if we only knew
Alas, don't defy your phew
You have everything what you always wanted and everything you always need
It was a fête where you can obtain your gear to the next world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem