Life's road is a short one
Descending to a foggy swamp
Where venomous snakes secretly hide
To attack innocent creatures anytime
Life's road is a straight one
Going into a thick jungle
Where wild beasts fight with each other
In endless hot or cold wars
Life's road is a winding one
Leading to a sunny flower garden
Where butterflies dance and birds sing
In the melodious music of spring
Life's road is a short, straight or winding one
Depending on people's vision and actions
Nobody can predict one's own destiny
Like forecasting the weather night and day.
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