Life stands by giving expressions of joy, sadness and loneli-
ness, always wondering why we must have these many experiences
in life.
Why there are so many questions that have never been answered
through the centuries, how come no one has figured out these
age-old mysteries.
Living freely, yet we never seem to know why we do it, as our
days are numbered and end without our approval.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem