A play ground to courageous
A burden to pessimist
All those dwell in joy or agony
Will depart one day, to meet eternity.
Those who Live, bold and cheerful
Will never fed up with failures, ordeals, nor
Will get intoxicated with success
Will enjoy the game fully;
and will die only once.
Those who cry always in despair
Won't saw flower but thorns
Can't live in present but past, and
Will die miserably every moment.
Despair the Dead Sea, can't drawn the happiness in life
Though swallowed by Black Sea of ordeals
The joy of Life will rise luxuriantly
Magnificently, like Phoenix.
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