Not his word, not the name of his
Resides in the minds of elders.
Seas of laughter, wonderful voices
Just cheer his real name.
His family concerns him like a family,
With a slight twist: he is going to be married.
My life with him has come to an end
When the letters of youth abound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem