Everything goes along with mathematics,
Like the muse of the country side with red wine;
Adventure! !
Aceoss the Ghost River Valley;
Wearing your Gala-Uniform to attract your visitors.
Fresh smile,
Fresh love;
First time!
But, the peaceful way is the target;
Swift, rift, drift, life, shift!
To get there with the peace of your mind.
All in one!
All for all,
Life is real! !
But, its flavour is very critical at times;
Like the curiosity of the white wine.
White, while!
Cutesy,
With the muse of mathematics along the line;
And, with the works of life displayed to us,
As we go along.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem