Today I'm me.
Tomorrow I'm him.
I'll never be me again.
Time goes by,
there's no other way.
You die, you stay.
Walking day by day.
Remember what you say,
because soon in a grave you'll lay.
Life is precious and beautiful.
But you must practice to fly to touch the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem