For a while,
It's perfect.
After a while,
It's lost.
But when it's perfect,
Enjoy it.
And when it's lost,
Remember it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Friendship happens and separation brings new mood in life of sadness. Birth has friendship with death. Birth is followed by death and there is love. Time witnesses this. For a while this is perfect and for a while this is lost too. This is natural process. Very amazing poem the poet has written...10