The man woefully laments,
He can not remember the sweet song of his glorious childhood days,
Which always created pleasant ripples in his clean and tender mind at that time,
The coarse song of his adulthood has thrown him into the abysmal condition
And he lives in absolute pain and despair now.
Even in his sweetest dream
The man can not recall the sweet song of his pleasant childhood time,
The coarse and polluted music of the adulthood brutally severs him from the glorious childhood song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem