When a child comes to earth from the womb,
What does he do?
He cries …
"Who are in front of me? " It wonders.
If he takes time to give her expression
We compel by a sweet and earthly beating touch…
Yet he cries…
"I thought the happy days would not be end…" says aside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem