People lived their lives
as they wanted
just caring for the same and self-
and time went by
with spring, summer, autumn
and stars and the sun and moon.
Some laughed and some cried
and life went by
and still the pain remained
while some rejoiced
and wed the ones they met
and life was life
to some different
but to most the same
as it went and came.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem