From the feet of T,
we have come to it;
the end of the road
where our differences
should chose their paths.
Yours to the left,
mine to the right,
leaving us behind.
Thereupon, we may return
to where we were born;
a merger of peace and love.
‘Cause we are more
and more golden to each other
than our differences.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem