The only thing known to be shown,
That can not be stopped...
When a blooming begins the process,
Of an aging to start.
And time is there to remind everyone,
Whether or not some hide to lie to deny it.
A distance from a youth...
Done to do with time that comes,
Has its way...
Of leaving all attempts made left behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem