The june i know comes in the middle of the year,
when there is no worries and fear.
Full of so many excitement and fun,
even when there is no bright light from the sun.
A month full of expectation,
and natured by determination.
Driven and directed by one's outstanding visions,
even in the presence of so many conspirations.
I know one's dreams are so indispensible,
because these june ambitions are unquestionable.
Even if there is still some doubtable swoon,
i know we will make it to the top soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem