At the end we all
Will turn to dusts
Will lay by the roadside
Or hide inside deep frosts
We don't have our
Fates in our hands
Our identities will get
Lost in the heaps of sands
Only our names for
A very short time
Will remain in minds of
People like dirt and grime
At the end there will
Not be a trace of me
No one will shed tears
For a life happy and free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There won't be anyone to shed tears at the end..these
Thanks a lot. Feeling honored.