When the time of hardship
we create some goals like mudhouses in the seashore, but the waves that visit seashore swallow all our mudhouses and leave an another wetty shore to built another some set of goals..again..again...again we make some goals with hope on heart and tears on eyes...but the waves come again and again destroy our mudhouses...after tired with our try we just sit on the seashore and enjoy the sunset and hope for another good day..one more day will the sun rise for me....! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
nice! feel past time memories