What is the purpose of living?
When after all death comes
And mark the end time
-Of the mortal time of man.
Why still learn more knowledge
When all this fades after all
When darkness comes in life...
Curtail the vision furthermore?
Why crave for more things?
When the end time comes...
Who will continue the task
That was left undone?
What purpose do we really have?
Is it living and to die for others
-To sacrifice and feel the pain...
So others may live in freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem