Answer:
After you go through a fall, I will take over. All life will stall, or at least grow slower. What am I?
What goes all around the world but never leaves its corner?
Break me and I am better, immediately set and harder to be broken again. What am I?
The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I?
I belong to everyone. Sometimes make you happy sometimes make you sad. I will never end until the day you do.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.