The book of life goes on
like a free fall
In comfortable times
one isn't
a protagonist at all
The new chapter opens up
like a new start
In difficult times
one has to
play the active part
The story comes to an end
like a love letter
In life times
one can
change scripts for better
The episode builds upon
like a final solution
In all times
one continues to
shape human evolution
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem