As human art
Life is uncertain
Even if in pain
You got to grab
Despite being stabbed
It happens
All of sudden
When things turn against
And cause loss against interest
No, you cannot watch it helplessly
But face it readily
Despite odd and wind not in favor
You have to dash and go for
No matter
It will not favor
But surely show some future
We are all made of clay
So must find way
As time is so short
And life has to be spent as a human art
We are all made of clay So must find way As time is so short And life has to be spent as a human art
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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