Why So Late

We know our life is just like a river,

The way of a river can't be straight, 

it must always curve; this is the truth.

If you never encounter any obstacle, 

then the way ends quickly, understand?

If in a cinema, there is no villain or danger.

Can a movie become the challenger?

Watch, write, read, learn more and more,

if you want to live long with energy, sure.

Actually, we all love happy stories, 

Some laugh for no reason sometimes, 

without knowing what sorrow is!

A flowing river collects sorrow & happiness 

Hiding sadness in its depths, 

Showing waves of happiness.

Until the river meets the sea, 

it imagines the appearance of the sea.

Just as we worship gods and goddesses,

Conceiving the God, as formless. 

We should know that life vanishes in death,

And the river reaches the end of its path.

After it meets the sea,

can you find the river anymore?

The sea seems very selfish.

It always roars, calling the river.

Why is the river coming so late?

Has the sea ever thought of that!