A social creature works arduously to carve out its own unique space in life amidst various demands.
There is no turning back once he accomplishes it, as his wishes take flight to explore his own whims.
He sits in the tastiest fruits from trees to trees, but when the time comes to pay, his muscles swell.
He slips into a self-trap and forfeits his independence for good, since he is unaware that his traces cannot be erased by money or the southern wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem