everytime I fall.... Everytime i fail
I feel depressed..... And my hopes sail
lying on the ground.... tired to go on
A sound of hope rages..... Like a battle horn
I raise my head.... Look to the sky
a new hope... a new plan.... I can never deny
A thought in my head.... If i again bend
I will try to hold to..... The hand of a friend
I stand up then.... With a new hope
no matter how high the building is..... I will climb the rope.
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I would like to translate this poem
Good thought, keep climbing.