We wish we are younger to sound it louder
Perhaps when we are rich we will make it echo
Life is a little tale told in a secret room
Full of darkness then comes a random sparkles
It all begins in the mud and will surely end in a mud
What then do you seek my friend?
Life itself is a toddler that needs to be nurture
the restlessness of hopelessness abound in nothingness
Like the Greek gods that hover above Tartarus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem