The only thing we can count on in life
Is it’s instability, unpredictability
All things must end
It’s what I’ve been told
It all that I know
I can’t have joy forever
Life is just that cruel
How can I live
Except in fear of the valleys
I Treasure every happy moment
Each memory of a joyous time
I Hold onto the brief ecstasy
And somehow I make it through
Just as happiness is fleeting
So is grief
All things come to an end
And all things have a beginning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem