This human grows old

Being nice is being special.
Distributing kindness
Reflecting on what you saw
Showing all your beauty

In its interior therefore
It's not just sadness
Calmly and calmly
Reduce my crying

Not everything is perfect here
And even without guilt
Not that it's an excuse
Our imperfect acts

This human grows old
Cruelty perishes
Love appears
And the impure doeth

Sowing love
A little moment
No hatred and rancor
In this world without torment

The fury grows
Then disappear
Love matures
And children grow up

Dib

Being nice is being special.
Distributing kindness
Reflecting on what you saw
Showing all your beauty

In its interior therefore
It's not just sadness
Calmly and calmly
Reduce my crying

Not everything is perfect here
And even without guilt
Not that it's an excuse
Our imperfect acts

This human grows old
Cruelty perishes
Love appears
And the impure doeth

Sowing love
A little moment
No hatred and rancor
In this world without torment

The fury grows
Then disappear
Love matures
And children grow up