There is nothing called ugliness, beauty and so forth. Sometimes an 'ugly' body can show all its beauty if only if the concept of beauty is only a 'fertile eyes, unearthed lips, or simply looking for a blush.'
Ugliness is a chocking and complete, beauty is uncompleted and barely a life.
there is also what i call 'beautiful ugliness and ugly beauty' and i learned in the tough way that the eyes of the beholder are as beautiful or as ugly as what it attract itself to: you fly you catch birds, you dive you catch fishes, in other word, beauty is neutral but matches the noise within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem