Impressions
Newly printed judgments on a paper yet undefined by character
Some come out as fast as light
Others ripen like fruit with time
False ones often arrive joined together
Creating an illusion: expectations to come
True ones usually survive
Yet only if they pass the trials of time
(N' don't mature too much to rot n' die)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem