Our life is like
Trembling leaves.
And we are carefree.
The sky and the earth
All go hand in hand
For us and we fear.
We are never identical
And we know the statistics-
Not true, though.
Substance we need
Not for any gain
But for loss and sacrifice.
Always we leave the space
For another one not known.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem