to be played with the string of heart!
Joy plays itself with its beat,
Keeping sorrow apart!
Woe trots with every,
living soul,
who denies it, sees the
part of life, not whole!
For our love for life,
we come and go.
Life is a short story,
we all that know.
Joy and woe give,
proper shape to lot.
It's not only mine,
But, greatmen's thought!
