Time and time again I tried,
Tried to be better than the person I am,
Sometimes I failed myself,
Failed to become a hero,
A hero without fear to live or die,
Living through my eyes the world became something,
Became a place of peace and grace,
Where your mind could flow and your soul can live.
So I decided to spread my wings and
Let my soul be free,
But they wouldn’t open this time,
This time around they just wouldn’t open,
So I free fall down to earth because,
I was losing the will to fly, the will to breathe and sustain my live.
It gets closer and closer,
I fall faster and faster,
But as I am about it hit ground…
Have the will to live, the will to act and be free. Life is another gift so live it. - Adrian Wong
English
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What is our life? A play of passion,
Our mirth the music of division,
Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.