When our life, The life we live on this planet With or without our wish, Turns into a sharp dagger Stabbed in our bodies By day and by night, then We understand the true meaning of Life we live happily or sadly, If life's dagger hits you badly, then You will inevitably fall unmoved, All knives will be around your neck As if you're a poor lamb to be slain By a butcher for any pretty occasion, If life stands against you, then You will be no more than a grain of Sand blown by winds anytime and anywhere, When we fall in our life, then We understand the our true weaknesses, We're merely the fallen victims of This life that surrounds our necks, so Life's cruel and hard circles chase Us anywhere, anytime, and everywhere.
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