Life is justly like a wheel
It rolls up and down to the hill
Life is such a mystery
disappears anytime from your memory.
If life is free from misery
If life is filled with sensitivity
It may flourish to its journey
Relish the richness of certainty.
Life is so strange to be fair
A precious thing hopes to care
A selfless life that I must bear
How could it be, my ever dear?