Popped the knot those err of time,
Tied the lips to force a smile.
Just tore the heart to plant the right,
And Hugged the truth to get aside.
Feeling deep made gascon sile,
The Usen's faith just went a mile.
Prospect-chaser in a decline- horde,
Like, rusten core on a fallen road......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem