some people become old
too soon
youth leaving them
like the light of the moon
for some people
youth is like a fire
that too quickly burns
as the clock ticks
and the world turns
youth like a bright color
that fades away
youth like a beautiful moment
that refuses to stay
for some people
youth is a very short time
but still
they sip from the cup
and taste the sweetness of the wine
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I would like to translate this poem