In an instant another day went byA harsh expression of monotony,A day I must leave to oblivionIt is already gone, it will not come again...
A page of the book painted in many colorsA leaf fallen into the angry river,Powerless, it has taken the path to the seaCrashing against stones, now laughing, now crying...
Every one of its teardrops, fallen in the river’s water,Has left a black stain inside the book.Weary, it must continue on its wayEven when the sun laughs, even when the sky cries.
The pages of the book follow one anotherOne of them scribbled, the other one colored,Every page of it a day from our life,Who among us knows how to paint...?!
