When the world is continuing from me to you,
All the life's a journey, each being new,
The pushed back roads not being minor, life nears the stop,
And all being vanished from the sight, far from the start,
The journey goes and on, summing up all the days,
And moving up all the ways,
Like the days and nights are being left away,
Each life will be passed away,
Each, leaving behind on earth some memories,
Memories of their whole life's summary,
Summaries that commonly fades away,
Taking not the wealth nor the fame,
But only the soul for all the same
Being a wonder, life, for its unseen aim!