Marching on the roads, we found the patches
The patches, that we mended together
And then we walked along.
Climbing the mountains is not a layman's job,
It requires too much proficiency.
A step on a rocky stone does not always push you up,
You loose the grip at times.
But I wonder how you treaded on!!
Wonderful times come and go,
They will keep coming and going.
We rise and fall.
And we will surely surpass it all.
We have to see the strife.
We have to see the life.
We have gone through this all.
But we are not too easy to fall.
We are not too easy to fall.
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