Life is a story, 
Full of stories.
A story is a life, 
Full of lives.
So life means a story, 
And a story means a life.
Life, Story; Story, Life.
When I read a story, 
I’m reading someone’s life.
So in turn
When someone reads a story, 
They may be reading my life.
So life is a story, 
A story is a life.
Life, Story; Story, Life.
Is there really a life? 
Or is there no such thing? 
Are we just a figure of imagination? 
Or do we just exist? 
Is King Arthur just a legend? 
Or is his story real? 
It all comes back to the same thing.
Is life a story? 
And a story a life? 
Life, Story; Story, Life.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    