Children are the innocent small beings,
With cute little naughtiness.
Their smile is a blessing,
For the ones who live for them.
Childhood is a memory for us,
That we lived for years.
No stress or tension,
But only joy.
Not so needy to mention.
But I would like to say,
Live and die as good as you can,
Don’t worry for tomorrow and always smile,
It’s not a joke,
It’s not a folk,
It’s a life you may never get again to live.