To see if you have or.
All that glitters,
inside out at the top.
When I look at the end,
here where we are.
He thinks of leaves,
that are open.
The mystery of that.
When I was,
you are the answer to.
Then change,
is oftentimes the answer of.
When the jar,
is still full of leaves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem