My soul is still stick on to you
But I have to throw my lingering affection oneday
into the island where located in unknown story
The best lesson I learned is about life sprout
That couldn't blooming under the deceived garden with no respect
Even the seeds are so pure and sparkle like the morning star
I wish, I'll continue to keep my faith till the end of the day
In spite of all the people saying that
the money and the knowledge with a good looking face always win
I regist and stay calm being blindeaf
with my broken wing crippled
I'll produce endured smile with endless praying for a humble soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem