I met him
In the mysterious season,
He stared at me for a while
And then asked,
'Is it progress
Or regress? '
After a prolonged thought,
I answered,
'It's regress, '
Immediately he said to me,
'You are wrong,
It's neither progress nor regress,
It's indecisive,
That's the most complicated situation.'
So true, so true! Great way to express the truth. Merci beaucoup!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know what to say! ! : )