Can I see life?
Is all I see just what I see it to be?
If a lady wears a fine dress, does it mean she is truly happy?
If a man holds a lady by the hand or puts his arms around her neck, is she truly his wife?
Can I see life?
If a lady finds love, is she not less worried?
Can the ring on a lady's finger just be fashion to be admired?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem