Life is a trail of triumphs and failures
Formed by pieces of love and of pain
Time is a rosary, its accounts are memories
A garden of feelings of that which was lived
There is a time to laugh, and another time to cry
A time to leave, and another to return.
There is a time to live, and another to finish,
There is a time to die and another to begin.
When the final hour of my journey arrives,
My smile says that I accept what I was.
I will leave material things with you;
Only that which I learned will come with me.
That there is a time to give and another to receive,
A time to contemplate and another to decide.
That there is a time to forget and a time to understand.
There is a time to win, and another time to lose.
There is a time to suffer and there is a time to love.
A time to regret and another to forgive.
There is a time to live, and another to finish,
There is a time to die and another to begin.