Touching upon the beauty of life and nature, living daily
moments with those we love and cherish, perplexed at times,
that our minds are filled with puzzles of our directionless
thoughts.
Placing our trust in things that have no meanings and hold
no promise at all, wandering through the years, taking what
we know and trying to make sense out of it, dying in the end
knowing nothing more than wen we were born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem