The Bird of Happiness
I'm standing on a street called Life;
It has many branches here and there,
I don't understand which road to travel,
I don't know which road has been waiting for me.
As far as my eyes go, I look through;
I see everyone on earth is skeptical like me,
From which way they can catch the happy birds,
Where they will get unlimited happiness?
After a lot of thinking, I started my journey with a road,
I have met many people in the street,
I have not seen anyone say that, 'I got happiness here',
Everybody seems to be in unrest.
Actually there is no absolute happiness anywhere in this world,
Those may be happy who has less demand or greedyness,
I have to move a little further,
Although I don't know how long will remain my motivation.
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