I wonder why a trustworthy
Is a trusty so enigmatic to you?
Is his honesty a zoo bird?
Is the Candor so tough to trail?
Is his truth a stodgy and you discard?
Is his glory, unbearable to the sight?
Is it your inferiority put on the desk?
Is it the fear, you can never pursue?
Is it you don’t have truth inside to trust upon?
You try to crush him, so the rest are equal! !
He is a phoenix, ever emerges from his own ashes.
Learn from him
Savor the shower of his monsoon.
Dark sky dares to decorate
Stars and Moons on its surface
Else, could anyone see those shines on the sky?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem