The lies slowly come true, as the life starts to fade, the proggestion is unworthy of the people, for the love of someone got hurt, the principles are taxed, the recovery is slow, But worth the while, the brain works in many ways, one is staged, the other is eirre, big is the money from little accidents to big rewards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem