Tomorrow May Be Too Late
We live in such a time that happiness is sought in the most unlikely places! ...
The tears flowing from the eyes have turned to concrete, it is as if hearts have hardened, words have become useless...
People don't love each other, there is no pity for those who are in trouble, no one even looks at the situation of others.Tomorrow May Be Too Late
We live in such a time that happiness is sought in the most unlikely places! ...
The tears flowing from the eyes have turned to concrete, it is as if hearts have hardened, words have become useless...
People don't love each other, there is no pity for those who are in trouble, no one even looks at the situation of others.
Beauty has started to disappear.
They can no longer be found with money!
The wicked are increasing day by day and the honorable are decreasing.
Everyone is trying to take advantage of opportunities and fatten their pockets, no one protects the rights of the orphan and the poor.
The warmth of the sun in the eyes, the transparency of the light, the clarity of love in the hearts, the whiteness of compassion in the consciences are gone, friends, believe me, they are gone.
Everyone is going in a certain way.
It keeps fluttering as if it has fallen into wells with no bottom.
We don't know where we will end up before we reach the range.
We live in such a time that both hearts and eyes are getting dirty.
They have destroyed our joys and sorrows, they have taken our human feelings and thoughts away from us.
I think our soil has also turned against us now, the yield of crops has decreased. Those soils that used to produce so many crops for one, are now barely saving their mothers.
And the sky, what about the sky!
It's like our sky is sulking.
Neither a drop of tears nor those incredible snows that were the epitome of fertility in the past.
We are looking for the old days in terms of abundance and efficiency.
The contamination of dishonesty and conscience, the scourge of our time, is so many; I don't know how to describe it.
I don't know how to describe the stinking rottenness of that virtue, that virtue, that love and that friendship, which is so longed for and envied!
Isn't that sky, that firmament belongs to all of us?
And what about the earth?
Why! Why do these people pollute the sky and the earth like their conscience?
How can what they do be explained?
Why this enmity, this hatred, this hatred, this indifference and callousness towards human beings, birds, flowers, insects, labor, service.
Don't they know, don't they think that life and the beauties of life, the meaning of living, begin with loving these things?
What will our world come to with this hatred, hatred, enmity and indifference.
Don't they know what love is?
Don't they carry in their hearts even a fraction of a grain of conscience?
What do they want to do?
What is their goal and where do they want to reach?
Are they not ashamed?
Don't they even blush?
I think we should wake up now. Isn't it time to wake up yet? When do you think you will wake up?
Time is passing fast, our world is getting older and older and moving towards the final goal.
Let's not forget!
We have to start today, whatever we decide to do.
Tomorrow may be too late.
Happiness has become a sought-after commodity.
The shameless gambler's time has come to an end.
Who found who and what from evil.
Open your eyes, wake up, O man!
Beauty has started to disappear.
They can no longer be found with money!
The wicked are increasing day by day and the honorable are decreasing.
Everyone is trying to take advantage of opportunities and fatten their pockets, no one protects the rights of the orphan and the poor.
The warmth of the sun in the eyes, the transparency of the light, the clarity of love in the hearts, the whiteness of compassion in the consciences are gone, friends, believe me, they are gone.
Everyone is going in a certain way.
Life flows in enigmas and mutatis mutandis.
It keeps fluttering as if it has fallen into wells with no bottom.
We don't know where we will end up before we reach the range.
We live in such a time that both hearts and eyes are getting dirty.
They have destroyed our joys and sorrows, they have taken our human feelings and thoughts away from us.
I think our soil has also turned against us now, the yield of crops has decreased. Those soils that used to produce so many crops for one, are now barely saving their mothers.
And the sky, what about the sky!
It's like our sky is sulking.
Neither a drop of tears nor those incredible snows that were the epitome of fertility in the past.
We are looking for the old days in terms of abundance and efficiency.
The contamination of dishonesty and conscience, the scourge of our time, is so many; I don't know how to describe it.
I don't know how to describe the stinking rottenness of that virtue, that virtue, that love and that friendship, which is so longed for and envied!
Isn't that sky, that firmament belongs to all of us?
And what about the earth?
Why! Why do these people pollute the sky and the earth like their conscience?
How can what they do be explained?
Why this enmity, this hatred, this hatred, this indifference and callousness towards human beings, birds, flowers, insects, labor, service.
Don't they know, don't they think that life and the beauties of life, the meaning of living, begin with loving these things?
What will our world come to with this hatred, hatred, enmity and indifference.
Don't they know what love is?
Don't they carry in their hearts even a fraction of a grain of conscience?
What do they want to do?
What is their goal and where do they want to reach?
Are they not ashamed?
Don't they even blush?
I think we should wake up now. Isn't it time to wake up yet? When do you think you will wake up?
Time is passing fast, our world is getting older and older and moving towards the final goal.
Let's not forget!
We have to start today, whatever we decide to do.
Tomorrow may be too late.
Happiness has become a sought-after commodity.
The shameless gambler's time has come to an end.
Who found who and what from evil.
Open your eyes, wake up, O man!