Eyes, the window to good or bad,
Eyes, you are the entrance to the human soul.
Sights, we ought not to gaze upon
sights, that has the power to lure and pull one up or down.
It is the second look that counts.
The first look is misleading,
But the second look is a lead.
What a choice
Choice accompanying with guilt or innocence.
It is this second look that counts.
In here, we are held responsible,
In there, we should be reasonable.
Even though the field of life is wide
Only, the right gaze can lead to the light.
Thro'the second look that counts.
Here, our victory could be won;
Here, our victory could be lost.
There is a clear line of division
Of the things that thrust upon our vision.
This is the second look that really counts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem