I like graveyards. They're peaceful and quiet.
Here no one fights or argues, curses or kills.
Here all have reaped the wages of sin: death.
Now they lie acquitted in peace and rest.
Their loves and hates, joys and griefs,
Victories and defeats matter no more.
Their memories will fade like a photo,
Getting dimmer and less distinct as their headstones.
Set your heart to this: live each day
As if it were your last on this earth
As if this day was the first day of eternity
Live each day as if you had
A second chance to live your life over again
As if you were about to make
The same mistakes you did before.
Life is an exhalation, a brief moment,
Yet in it we sense eternity.
Take it slowly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem