If life is not worth living,
then the trees would all die.
If life is not worth living,
then pigeons wouldn’t fly.
If life is not worth living,
when it’s filled with gloom,
then why would the wind blow;
why would flowers bloom?
What about when you smiled
because your friend called your name?
What about when you smiled
when you won a simple game?
When you’ve given up hope
and drown yourself in sorrow,
you can’t help but feel
like there’s no tomorrow,
Just think about coming home
to play with your cat.
Isn’t life worth living
just for that?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem