As long as hope is reachable, then No worry at all, but When one's hope fades away, then Everything shuts down... Hope never comes out of emptiness Of things anytime, but It comes out of pursuit of Brilliant things We do believe in them... If our hope survives, then We will discover that We have a new rebirth... All pretty hopes display themselves Clearly in our minds As long as we cling to them... Our hopes are truly The last haven we look for In truth... ______________________________________________________________________
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem