Beauty is not what makesyou stay alive.
It's only what some people
now a days just really like.But the main ingredient
you don't even know.
Beaut y of people will
come and go.Don't think because someone
is pretty on the outside
that's all that counts.
when you wake up one morning it's faded away and will never come back.
Now when you see that your beauty is gone you'll realize that beauty is just in a song...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem