I am a leaf of the heavens tree
Something more than a bud
Every day, every week
A new fellow is there
And accede down the rot leaf
The heavens angel will indubitably come
And broom up all those
The same way will carry on
And no one knows for how much long
The tree will never die out
And the same rot leaves will gain their place on that tree again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just like generations of life