Souls can seal the flaky cartilage
With the soles of seals from seven shores
And words that never heard before
To elevate the soul from the laces
That never tied, with the lines in the heaven
Time is the master of ceremony
Facilitating the Whalers with oars and sails
Loving the tantrums the nature is made off
Surrendered to the words that touched the seven skies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time is the master ceremony! ! Thanks for sharing.