Is Life a verse or a flash of a dream?

A  glorious morning or the night shadow falling?

A passing moment of picking on the guitar strings?

Is Life like the sea mist or the wandering clouds,

Or a touching moment of waiting in the evening?

Please let Spring blooms, and never wither

Let Summer be filled with golden sunshine,

Autumn with cool breeze,

And Winter not so frosty.

Let Winter brings a warm fragrance

And Life always beautiful as poetry.

Is Life infinite or is it a moment of forgetfulness?

Is it the sunset with fading sunshine still lingering on the terrace?

Is it grief burning the heart each night?

Is it just a dream shadow or is it Hope lighting up the soul,

or is it the aching sorrows buried in the heart’s?

O Life! O the sorrows and joys.