The ways of the world are endless are many,
It is not to count the dangerous and steep roads,
But I understand a long time ago: the road of the love is
Longer and steeper than all other roads.
And although this road is long others,
But no man can live without it.
And even this is more terrify than another way,
It entrap more to another roads.
It seems to me that I am young, as long as
I place on this eternal road.
I was falling, falling and will fall,
But I get up, running, walking, follow.
And to stray from the road I am not afraid:
Your bright light is seen to me from anywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
positive attitude will prevail most of the time good luck