Listen to his
Silent footsteps,
Will he tell us
The truth this time?
I don't know,
Nobody knows,
He may deceive us,
If that happens,
We have nothing to do,
Because the atmosphere is extremely treacherous,
But we have to be optimistic,
That's our real strength,
We must remember that
The truth can not be ultimately suppressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo on this one Anjandev TFS