If life is ain't no game
why is it difficult to see beyond the truth?
And if the truth is sacred
why can't it stop to be on display?
What is life? Who are we? When is it over?
Flourish in the garden of complexity
Time goes by. The future is still hiding
What are we truly wishing for? What do we really care about?
Life changes and people grow
Time permits and we all glow
Grow and glow in maturity
Flourish in the garden of complexity
When life is gone, we lost our bond
Nothing is lost without regret
Everything disappears as we forget
One thing remains till the end
Melody. (in) . Extravagant. Music. Of. Radiant. Years
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I would like to translate this poem