Two multiplied by two is equal to one thousand;
You have no business to find fault with me;
You can calculate in whatever way you like.
I don't take accounting and you into account anymore;
Now go and count all the stars of the sky
Whenever you finish doing that,
Give me a ring,
At that time the sky has no star to leave for you.
Start counting now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very abstract, very creative, very challenging. thanks for sharing 10/10