Buong bo 2

Footsteps quietly pass through each other’s lives,
Like a soft warm breeze from the very first days.
And the years drift by like silver clouds at dusk,
Till we learn: this life is only a fleeting stay.

What can we keep, but fragile memories?
People come and go like birds across the sky.


For we arrive in this world with empty hands,
And when we leave, our hands are empty still.
So why hold on to things that cannot remain?
Letting go once—peace will find its way.
In this passing world, we’ll love life even more.


There are songs that rise so honestly from the heart,
Even when sorrow drops its shadows on our days.
If we can smile at least once more today,
Then we have lived a truly beautiful moment.


We come to life with empty hands…
And close our eyes the same way in the end.
Why burden ourselves with what cannot last?
Try to loosen your grip—joy may return.
In this fragile world, we’ll learn to love ourselves more.