Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): ~Living Life~
Output (English): life come and go time in it self be the same the world spin thousand of billion in a year so why be this unappreciated the beauty and essence of what we have that some do n't round and round the clock go a this time it surely show the pain in time shine so bright that terror become real the life she hold in hand the man she never think she could win everything in time she know deep down he would be hers such beauty ca n't be define the containment of such have no fear