The young forget that, they will grow old one day!
But, you always ring a bell in my heart; because of your sweet love.
I don't know how? ! ! But, i believe that, It will be.
Practicing will make you perfect in this Game,
With the fame of your works in the land of the living;
Meal, ideal!
Until you fulfil your dreams;
To clean your mind with the truth and to live with the joy of your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem