As easy as falling into snares of illusions
The life displays so magnificently
With the tantalizing dreams of glory at the end,
Harder we have to work to weave into reality.
The life of fantasy dwells best in the dreams
And succumb to ashes in the reality.
Sometimes, some dreams are better in the sleep
But are the best if we have guts to pursue it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem