One day more passed away
From our bags.
And we are not able to
transformed ourselves.
One day more passed away
From our bags.
And we are not able to
Ride on the lion.
One day more passed away
From our bags.
And we are not able to
Ignite ourselves.
One day more passed away
From our bags and we know not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very deep poem. Time is fleeting.