Some things are invisible
but we believe they exist
like the air we breath
some things are untouchable
but we can see them
like the rainbow under heaven
some things seem useless
but they offer scents
like flowers in wilderness
some places seem lifeless
but special nook for some species
like oceans and seas
some days seem worthless
but well-stored in memories
like the past gloomy days
some other times life is such
less of joy; full of pain
but be moderate young friend
our lives are just the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem