We born, travel the road
We all optimist on our long road.
We far-see our goals, so our journey
Shall not sweep us over. We expect
Disuse of heart, as it’s part of our journey.
It’s part of a human journey,
It makes our journey to be young,
So we party, we dance as we still young.
He who thinks of laughter is dumped,
Each breaths, each sun we see is unvowed.
We live with it, it dribbles our feet
As we walk happily and withdraw our
Happiness.It draw us back to dust,
Death shall not be defeated, it’s partaking
In our journey.