How hard life tries to sadden us but that glittering smile never goes away, is it true that life means nothing to us or its just a bluff to lighten our brains.
At least that time never stops for one, and takes us to the end of the line. that old piece of mine is lost in void, but still ageing like a perfect wine, Avoiding hardships by the smile and people by the distance, Realising that the patience really kills your resistance.
The truth of these smiles are bitter but true, These beautiful puppets are shallow from inside and that lovely smile is only from outside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem