If the crystal liquid
of mystery was real,
how many people
would we be able to heal?
Cancer wouldn’t be a problem,
and not many would die.
This magical potion,
would stop any cry.
But, then this would bring problems.
We all can’t live forever.
There wouldn’t be enough space.
The water of health isn’t a treasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem