World Is Perfect Poem by Sukhee Bukhbat

World is perfect,
The way it is.
World is brutal,
The way it is.

Depends what we look forward to.
Depends what we expect from it.

If we are nasty, world can be harsh.
If we are pleasant, world can be promising.
That's us who make the world full.
That's us who change the world poorly.

Into each life, a little rain must fall.
Into each person, bad luck must happen.
But we can't give up.
That's just a test of patience.

Therefore we can't change the side,
Cause of thing that didn't happen
The way we expected.

Days fly as seconds.
Years fly as leaves falling from the trees.

We learn from the mistakes.
We learn from elder's words.
Even if we still struggle with mistakes,
We should try to repair.

It's never late to correct.
It's never late to fix.

World is perfect,
The way it is.
World is brutal,
The way it is.