As beautiful as a rose,
seasons of life are like doze,
regardless of the joys and sorrows,
the river of life continuously flows.
...
So loud and so clear,
the pain that I bear,
want to keep my thoughts aside,
so they can't dance my near.
...
Rejoice
As beautiful as a rose,
seasons of life are like doze,
regardless of the joys and sorrows,
the river of life continuously flows.
As important as force,
the control of mind lose,
the possible height of love no one knows,
the poem is not worth a prose.
Like the temper arose,
be the passion to disclose,
the days of life are in rows,
and try to spend them in rejoice.