How long will it take me to learn from my mistakes?
I’d have to be blown away by three hurricanes on a sunny night,
Being run over endlessly by numerous dry seas and lakes,
I’d have to have a toy that could make all my wrong, right,
Maybe if someone gave me the secret to traveling in time,
Or let me have a cookie that can make me grow ten times as fast,
Maybe if I could innocently commit a grand crime,
Or if all my firsts would simply turn to the very last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem