Anybody wants this bridge?
Struggle is not a destination
But a river that runs forever
Here is a nice-coloured bridge.

Like the old man crossed in the twilight dim.
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.

The deep sea was where we ran but yesterday,
And tomorrow the sea shall cover again
As the gods count that what men call time
Can any say that this bridge endures till tomorrow?

Anybody want this bridge?
Journey will end with the ending day
The bridge makes us to be passed on
From one to another and kept alive

Just one person would be fine
But two would be even better
Won’t anybody come by
Before I finish this life?