Hearing verbiage in speeches,
There comes fear,
Would not justice be like that.
Dreams, deceiving themselves,
Do not wait for the morning, falling asleep in the evening.
Sin, launching into your own soul,
Closing his eyes and plugging his ears,
All life is then vain and empty.
When you barely utter a word,
Let it not be new,
Say one thing with meaning, but not two.
When a fool breaks into a cry,
Forgetting for a moment,
Foolishness does not begin, but there is an end.
Having climbed to the top of the power,
Forget about passion,
You are not great, but the support is great.
For experience, once burned with boiling water,
Do not forget the cold blow.
Hearing gossip that around,
Not every friend.
Everyone has his own Judas in life.
If you listen to what the body tells us,
And to the rest, we have no business,
We will lose forever and we will not hear the soul.
"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go