We all long shot for happiness
That is true but it is illusion
Most spend some moments with bless
Later we knew it was confusion
Should we accept this sad truth
Can not believe that it is fine to tear
The final target is no youth
So much to say with no fear
Some stop and turn away
You can not sleep forever
Endure the struggle and find way
You own just one life and lover
Work as bee and finish your thing
Sooner thus gain your ring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem