Who is wise here
Who knows, my dear.
Unquestionably we are here.
It is tears, my dear,
And the problem is
In our confidence
And we are to bear.
It is just to give
air and water
To the life
But I know not
What life is, my dear.
Life is a mixture
That we enjoy in various colors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a mixture in varied colours very good words in the poem.