Where it's come from?
How it's look like?
Has it got any fathom?
No one can it dislike.
It will not last longer,
It comes just for a few seconds.
Then it will disappear-
Leaving us on some memories of finds.
Someone can be overjoyed,
Joy makes us happier,
Might be someone can be annoyed,
Who cares? ...Whatever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem