I sometimes sit and wonder
about where it all went wrong,
don't dare to sit and ponder
it often takes too long.
Things happen for a reason
this much i know is true,
life floats by like a season
as people pass on through.
They come and go like a summer's breeze
and fall like autumn rain,
in the winter's chill and freeze
we wrap up warm to hide our pain.
Just as the spring arrives anew
we think about what's past,
starting a fresh with a love that's new
a special bond that lasts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Humans are possessed with all kinds of odds sorrounding them, no one will stay no one will have a common mood and it will always beseason.