Forgetting hidden desires of life, leaving them aside, moving ahead with no expectations or hopes.
Dealing with an infinite amount of extraordinary challenges as I fold back into the rosebud of my birth.
Unable to succeed any further on the road I'm on.
It is already a dead-end street on which I must stop and forgive the shortness of life sent my way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem