Something that'll ever happen,
something that'll never stop,
we can't be immortal,
there's no form to come back to life.
But there's only one form,
living in the hearts of others,
being in their memories,
that'll keep us alive,
our ideas,
our lifestyle.
All this will make us alive.
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I would like to translate this poem
we can't be immortal, there's no form to come back to life. our ideas will live. you suppose it. thank you for these poetic thoughts. tony