Life is but a simple illusion,
a heat stroke, a mirage or perhaps a delusion.
It can cause full of confusion,
As well as a collision.
It's a bunny popping out of a top hat.
It's love,
Flying away like a dove.
So pure and sweet,
Like a melody moving to the beat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem