The People's Games is akin to a dance. One outfit launches a fully-fledged offensive on the other's goal. But wait. The team enduring the attack just a few seconds ago suddenly parries and wins possession of the ball. Now They are the team who are waging an all-out attack against their opponent. Like a game of cat and mouse, on and on this game continues of thrust being met by counter-thrust. It is as if a dance with danger is in progress. One partner takes two steps forward and the other takes two steps back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem