You want to count my age,
You are not kind enough tell me what I rage,
My skin and my hair turn a new page,
You are strong enough to keep me in your cage.
What is it you search?
You seek to change my cast,
No one could play in the past,
Many years went so fast,
For me, they were high cost.
Whether, I live in joy or pain,
You will separate me from them.
I see that I will leave one day,
And return to my mother in clay,
And, you will stand to see how I die,
Before my soul will seep into sky,
And all my loved ones leave me, gone away,
Though I stayed all night to pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem