Interlude from a usual life,
The mask is a character,
She has accepted a this image
Owing to negligence and 'blindness' …
The 'whim' frolics from mercy of 'destiny' …
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah well! there is no mercy from our destiny my friend, frolicing won't help! lol Smiling at you, Tai