Steady as a river bed,
man will go toward the only counter current,
resolute and honest,
the mind is the love but decision hard,
lonely oak pales in firmness,
a one-man road,
to continue the fight,
through gray stone.
The man like a twisted willow,
if you need that I have to negotiate,
but the mental one way,
it is the life and his the theme,
in the whole his system.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem