As I went past the mountain, hill,
A voice echoed and said something;
Won't you follow your dreams?
I stopped for a while to check
Deep valley whispering the song of life
While the hawk hovering above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is our soul that keeps us reminding that we are still alive and we are here on this earth with some purpose to accomplish.