whom was that heart..
he is afraid child...
dream many to find his pleasure..
as a butterfly`s pleasure on a flower,
with a nicest moment happiness.
then sad again.. and cry..
break out his heart, and cry again..
he has a lot of craving.
hey you a cheat death,
who run after pleasants human beings.
this child is a miserable, homeless in this world,
equivalent to laugh and song,
he cry times,
and wish to die anther time..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem