Life is good and life is sweet,
I want to live, I want to exist,
But for how long I cannot predict.
Fortune smiles, fortune betrays,
I wish to have plenty of it,
Whether it will last is another thing.
Love is blind; I’ve felt it once,
I hope to live and love again,
But I am scared it may go astray.
Death is joy wrapped in pain,
I shall at last die one day,
But when and how I cannot say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it, a great write.