As the days pass us by
On our lives we realize
That each day that we wasted
Is a choice we cant un-paste it
Each night we've gone to bed with hardened hearts
Is a day we can un-do and turn around to go back to start
When we felt anger because we weren't satisfied
Could have been the day that it was our time to die
The times we got mad over petty little problems
We could have let it go and positivley solved it
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednsday, now Thursday
Friday came and gone Saturday turned to Sunday
Without even noticing the days crept on by
We didnt cherish our time just complained and sighed
As the dasy pass us by try to stop and appreciate
Cause you dont want to die with your heart filled with hate
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I would like to translate this poem