Realizing that everything in this life is temporary,
never being able to count on anything in it, except
it's inevitable ending.
Doing whatever is expected, trying to find and fulfill
my purpose, struggling to be a person filled with an
energy, compassion, caring and love.
Helping those whom I can, being an individual and
independent, taking care to be silent except when
writing poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem