Like you, once I was also young
I should not grow, I desired then.
On my growing, I pained myself.
As I played with my girl friends,
I thought they also would not grow.
When they were grown up, they deserted me.
They bid me not to talk to them,
Not to play with them and laugh
Each of them has gone with other men,
Never have I seen them later in life.
A long Road is now stretched before me
I walk alone, walk upward and down words.
Endless, endless, yet I am walking aimless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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