life is a time tuned game
showers of rain stop to play
uphold hope to rise again,
life is uncertain caravan
storm may come to wreck
uplift hope to pluck it in hand.
life is a blossom yet fragile
uplift hope to pluck it in hand
lest it may fade away into oblivion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem