Question

Life moves like a river slow and deep, Carrying dreams it never keeps. The sun will rise, and the sun will set, Yet all we hold is past regret.
Footsteps fade on roads we tread, and Echoes whisper words unsaid. people come, and people go, like autumn leaves in fleeting snow. The sky still shines, the world still turns, While hearts grow heavy, bridges burn. and though we fight to stay so strong, we wonder where we all belong.

Answer 1

10/10

Answer 2

6/10