I can't think about a world
Where birds are extinct or rare
I likes the birds as much
As to make me happy in sorrow
As to inspire me to live
Even if life is seeming to be strenuous
They tells, see the plight of us
Where we have to find everything our own
The food, water, perching tree, safety
We are still continues to sing
As long as the world and nature exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem