When you lost in the battle of life
On the ground fall like a yellow leaf
Can not hold the Force of gravitation
All around hovers bleak and confusion
The coal burns into ashes and no more fuel
The wind blows but cold and time turns cruel
Then look around, one is standing below in hand
With a flower garland to accept you as a friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem