Echoes of livelihood never fade from memory as long
as life continues on earth.
Maneuvering through the passage of time without a
compass, keeping to myself, knowing that all will be
alright in the long run.
No one can enter interior portals without being
invited by a composition that I've written and placed
in a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem