Best of luck,
And I want to kiss you,
But I find not the truth.
And where are you?
Let me draw a line
And skip the truth.
But where are you?
Who am I to search you?
For all,
Let me say
I am my own world,
And in this world
I have done so many
Fruiting works.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem