People who care are held to a liking and partake to a ludicrousness in mind. Their warm, inviting, calm, trustworthy, peaceful, and caring. Some see the bright side of things. Well, others have their heads in the clouds. Pure joy and sunshine all 24 hours of the heavenly day and night. Some are crazy. Some have actually been to the madhouse on a full moon. Sometimes it is just knice to be around those who are great listners and have an immense amount of patience.
Sometimes people who care are descibed in this way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem