Walking with no direction,
Searching something that are not specific,
What can we do if there are lots of options?
But every options,
Was not the answer that we seek for?
Everytime we walked into the sun,
We felt the heat,
It was same like,
When everytime we chose any options,
The surrounding will affected.
Sometimes we chose the best,
And sometimes,
We chose the worst,
But the chosen one,
Will be meaningful to us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem