Tapping staccotoely in time with rhythms that continue
to take us down long lonely roads of life, each of us
finding a way through experiences in the end.
This short and temporary life is filled with many sac-
rifices and bereavement, yet we cling to it as if it
will last forever.
Going through everything, doing the best we can, hop-
ing that we can continue doing good and helping others
daily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem