When parents shine better than me
And when sons shine better than me
I don't feel sore. I am not at ease
When brothers outshine or outgrow.
A branch contacts its stem and shoots
And differs from other branches.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that where, we, human outshines as far as parents and children are concerned. the sisters are always proud of one another, I don't know about the brothers!