Lasting for a long time, our guesses are true,
The miscellaneous questions are asked
As he jolts us in our speech and uncovers
A new contemplation, a council needed.
There may be cracks in the wall, fining and suing,
But the job surges and sucks, serving and deluding
For the people to be.
This lasts for a long time, an awe is expected
When lights are out, when we believe in this poem.
To shoot a target called soft and cute is enormous task
But the speech may take you, may take you away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem