Kite
Let us play flying kite
Till the sun hides at night;
Let us know where the wind
While we hold the string.
Hold on the string
Grasp it tightly;
Use the fullest strength
But... don't let the kite
Goes with the wind.
Life is such a flying kite
As we soar high.....
The more winds confront
The more strength to hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem