As he goes on with his day he never runs out of ideas or Poetic ideas that will not lead him astray.
As she goes on with her day she never runs out of Poetic ideas or ideas that will not lead her astray and her knowing that her Poetic ideas are ok.
As he and she both goes on with their lives and their day of lives they both go on with endless ideas of poetry that sits in their hearts and that regenerate in their hearts while they play the life of Rich Identity like a game of cards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem