Smile
Smile
The world, is full of dubious things, dishonor
Painful interactions, self-interested desires
Why good? Everything perish, sparkler life
It always ends the lives, and life, says bye
People’s daily affairs were blown so away
by the wind, the anger and hatred remained
Stayed, pain is smoking in the pan of life
No more pain, no more suffering; be life
This is my smile
This world is cruel
Dead
Living
The smile
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