You are my good companion,
Very often I walk with you
With great spirit and enthusiasm,
Sometimes I think
You are true,
Sometimes I think
I am true,
I become very pleased in both situations,
But at the end of the day
The false bell rings,
It always discourages me,
As I know the worst meaning of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting write! No human being is entirely true. We can strive for truth and beauty, but perfection is a myth!