The night may write the beauty of skies along with stars,
The sun may shine to showcase the purity and secret of nature,
Who knows the preal need polish and the meaning hides in a corner,
No index but touch the feelings.
The leaf may falled when wind blows,
The picture may faded away when time goes out,
The time may stop when battrey get condemn,
But I will goes on to touch and hold my dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem