Someone always enjoys the spring of the year,
I already share my thoughts with the summer of the year;
A lovely ending is a gracious beginning,
One has relationships to enlighten
With the day transiting into the night
As if heroes and villains had arisen from the deep.
A clenched fist is a racing utensil,
To learn more than fathers and mothers,
So the fist disfigures your face,
As we write poetry or prose in the light
Of the manners we are endowed.
So your announcement is preordained,
Achievements stream in for the killing spree,
And we are offended by brilliance and forgetfulness.
So defend the charisma of some beloved leader
Who loves your single attitude,
The soul is enough to see in this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem