i live alone
on my own world i stand
the world full of fantasy
surrounded by imaginary
nothing to cry about
until the last time my eyes shut
laughing with the blowing wind
i dont even want to care if it's the end
looking for the star to follow
and in the end, I would never grow
watching the gooses fly, fly away
until then, until i finally die
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I would like to translate this poem
In this world of unique fantasy the reader pleading for the character to use that same fantasy reframing it with wonderful things and far away places filled with fun and imagination