This pretty and great bubble which We see it flying away And without wings Is like this life which We live day by day Simply because it's all, but An illusion and a clear mirage... This life is not more than A bubble that lives the same life Any flying bubble lives anytime... Life is short-lived although We feel that we live it sometimes for ever and ever... Whatever the period which we live it here, then Our whole life will not be more than a bubble, so Why don't we live it greatly and happily together? ______________________________________________________________________
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