After sunrise,
comes noon and sunset.
When you sow,
the seed germinates,
it grows and bears fruit.
Then comes a time
that it goes back to the soil.
That is the order of life,
a time to take seed,
then birth and death.
I have spoken,
we had sunrise days gone
and we have the sunset to face.
It only means,
nothing lasts forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem