1. Tahg, Woo
Glared eyes, with thorns in one hand,
A club in the other hand,
I try to block the aging-path
With thorns, and to hit the coming gray-hair,
Firstly took a short cut
With knowing oneself, is the gray hair.
2. Tahg, Woo
Glared eyes, with thorns in one hand,
A club in the other hand,
I try to block the aging-path
With thorns, and to hit the coming gray-hair,
The gray-hair,
Knowing oneself first,
And which come by taking a short cut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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