I wonder..Can their ethics remain firm till the end?
I wonder..Is everything real and they will stand in the face of the wind? !
Everything is becoming eye-catching and superficiality is dominating.
Lust, power, appearance and money are woo! fascinating!
Decency, ultimate beauty and real art are hardly seen.
The essence is invisible and the surface is the main screen.
Can they continue, hang on and to their hopes cling?
or the party will drag them and they would eventually sing? !
This might feel too idealistic and seems naive
but I assure you, their world is much worse than you conceive!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem