If we can see sunrises and also sunsets,
So life spreads its wings over our heads.
We'll say to oblivion: "Just, darkness, wait!
There are many unsung songs on our way".
& If life spreads its wings over our heads,
We'll rise from the ashes despite of all deaths.
No matter what hardships kill our dreams,
Merciful hearts sow good by all means.
Long live life
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