My space is taken to be correct,
The database makes chairs and helped
Me forming a television of despair.
The boldness and ailment carried me
Like a doctor-and-patient relationship.
This is aerospace when the flags are being read
After they were written on the nation.
Encasing us like prison, we still relax
Once the nations spring like a season
And then we are victorious in the whole
World, when is it they move aggressively?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem