You have always been a rainbow chaser,
and you looked for them everywhere.
You always expected to find a pot of gold,
but found only disappointment there.
You then had plans for something wonderful,
but I thought them to be castles in the air.
Nevertheless, you tried and nearly succeeded,
but you found only disappointment there.
But then you had ideas with true potential,
they were the future and full of flare.
More enterprising and environmentally friendly,
but you still found disappointment there.
You've been chasing rainbows most of your adult life,
and yet you still believe the pot of gold is somewhere.
But why haven't you learned and lost your enthusiasm
when you know there is only disappointment there?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem