It's the rock's hardness
That make you appraised
The rose's softness.
The seeds you sow in tears
It fruits you eats with joy
The hills you climb in pain
It view your heart it gladdens.
The beautiful pool that cools
The head of the swimmer also drowns,
This brilliant fire that cooks
your tasty food also burns.
If it rains daily, your streets will flood
And only sunshine will bring you drought.
Rain some days, sunshine some days
That is the beauty of life.
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