PEOPLE don't change
but constantly reveal themselves
and I close the book
then the words can be wasted:
mainspring, impulse, reason
There is no right way to endure
for what returns
is not what is written
and what is described
may also happen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
People do not change so the alphabet of poetry. Only the letters are changed and swapped.