They are the biggest and longest hours of the goal,
There needs to be a change of heart and goals,
Fulfilling us both with smiles and cheer
In the process of learning.
Like a normal thought the beauty is absurd,
Do not be mean to my entire beautiful repose;
It is the impostor who imposes its grave and reason,
The facts are dissolved in front of him like a mirror.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem