I dedicate this poem to the Chaiman
So many things enter through our life
Realms of happiness
Realms of sadness
Realms of self-reflection
Is life not so precious?
It is the only thing that truly has no limits
The spirit has no limit
It can go wherever it wishes with the heart
The mind is the true place holder
It never wants to go away from where it has loved
"None of us find as much happiness as we should"
That is the true meaning of tragedy
Friends we remember
Family never dies
Love of life lasts forever
is a person who has done everything happy?
Or is happiness seaked in places unexpected?
As I hold a cherry blossom in my hand
The springs I have gone through shine before me
Is my life really that fast?
When I set back on this earth
Whatever I am, I wish to experience true freedom
The choice to be as free as the clouds
Where no feelings
Or events
Are phases of life
They remain permanent