Lasting chances are held underground where no one can reach them.
Here above, we are doomed to failure because we cannot communicate
with one another.
Life counts itself backwards and never takes steps to trace the
goodness of anyone else.
Faltering down the stairs we know as destiny, all of us are
hesitant and afraid until we know where we are going.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem