Fly with golden feather
Set for awhile
Prick some rice
Wing to long place
Still has some thing in hand
Yet only plea for wealth
Not satisfied, and want to bundle
Though the pave is short and peril
A long difference of human and other creation
They spend only for today
Never bag it for future
Though life moves ahead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem