the changes of the wind,
maybe the time for one,
to look to the future,
with the past locked away,
and the key thrown far into,
the sea,
the waves are high and rough,
the shore is calm and mild,
just like the mind of a child
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
just like a child, we should be able to be calm and keep the pride, nice write