trees grow so high,
then people cut them to sertify their needs.
Waves sprawl across the sea shore.
Its just a world son full of roads and pavements.
Always walk on the pavement
its just a world son full of heart breakers and evil spirits
always avoid them, even if it cost your soul.
Its just a world son no one will take you seriously make it a point to do things your way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem