Road Life
We are all on an endless road…
Everyone has a beginning,
a time of living, then an ending.
We barely know the beginning,
but no one knows the ending.
At a certain point on the road,
There is a welding point
of the past to the future.
Road life lacks the present
because a second from the past
glides into a second of the future.
Today is a no-return to the past
Our actions will flow like the river.
At a certain point on the road,
There is a welding point
of the past to the future.
Road life captures our memoirs
Happy smiles, sorrowful tears
Friends and voyagers keep speaking
To let the young followers think
To love and be loved by each other
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