Nothing happens as we wish
So leave your decisions
In the hands of time’s perception
For, it is time
That makes all even and odd rhyme
Out of life’s imaginative prime
Then you will never be sad
At the breakage of your dream
That always screams
Let’s take our lot
The examination of living
If you don’t find any spring
Just to the let yourself be cling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem