Life is like a rollercoaster,
Sometimes it goes fast or slower,
Sometimes it goes high or lower.
Some are in joy, their hair is blowing,
Some are in terror, in fear, through their eyes dropping tears. When did it start, when did it end?
I didn't notice.
But everything in the middle, Was nothing but a fizz.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem