While staring out my window, I espied two racing boats;
the wind they captured forging them ahead.
I pondered about those who have raced and believed they lost
because of something that was left unsaid.
The only way that I know of to motivate a girl
to be content about the race she's run
is simply sit her down and look directly in her eyes
and tell her, "If you did your best, you won."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem