No escape from fear
When mortality is sealed.
It's the time to brawl
When memories are reeled.
Why to fear
When halt is near
Strive utmost with tears.
Throb is hallucinal.
But face as if you are immortal.
Arduous trials are a part of life.
Finally have to throw knives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem