Leave the world with a beautiful air,
Purple hats and armour raise the aroma,
With every new day a brick has been laid
In the overall plan to be united with plans.
Death is a learning of style and dress,
Create the common sense and ability for
The righteous men who abstain from food.
I can do this leaving and I can do this reaction,
Fully the world is against the answers of life.
My oak tree glistens while the realm of love
Also glistens with circles of life, falling slowly
Into the abyss we call a natural system.
A new day has been explained with this season
Of harvest, so collect the fruits of love when
Your enemy has been defeated in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting piece :)