I once have had a leaf of note
And made a change by cut and fold;
It paved me way to cross the route,
The sea of myth where waves have rolled.
I’m captain of my own accord,
I carry on my hopes aboard;
I’ll never stop and this I pledge
Until I reach the ocean’s edge.
I sailed along the blowing wind
Against the rushing, flowing stream;
So clueless where my ship will end
‘Cause reaching sea is but a dream.
My voyage reached a thousand miles
To search the mystic dreamer’s isles;
But neither boat nor paper plane
Will stand so still when comes the rain.
Must I regret when I’m on brink
Of stepping unto heaven’s shore?
The boat I made from dream will sink,
If I just knew, I’ll sail no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem